Metamorphosis

Prologue

            A young woman woke up in a choke, she found herself sprawled across a prison cell floor. The walls and floor gave off a musky stench and various smells she could not identify. The metal bars, which yielded her from escaping, were rusting with age. With the environment being cold and harsh, an unwanted feeling was what she received, she breathed a hot breath of air, watching it slither from her lips. Regarding her cage, her eyes drew her attention to a glowing amulet around her neck. Her hand clutched the jewelry and she speculated its rich blue colors. The gemstone was a beautiful lapis lazuli.

In her disarray, she scrambled to her feet, and dusted herself off. The young girl wore a black tunic with blue outlines that fell over her knees, a long black cape that draped over her shoulders, and matching riding boots. She pushed back her long white hair to the other side, in order to understand how exactly she has gotten there.

All she remembered was when she attempted to calm her ogre friend named Shrek after an argument with his wife. However, it was to no avail. Shrek mainly ignored her up to the point where he literally walked away. To him, his friend was merely another voice of reason that refused to see his point of view. The young woman huffed in frustration before storming off into the forest, the opposite direction from Shrek. Sooner than she expected, little droplets of rain fell onto her face, she heard the sound of thunder, a flash of lightening, and then she was soaked to the bone. Suddenly, an eerie chill washed over her, and she sensed a terrible tremble surrounding her. The world around her spun in circles until she fell into a world of darkness.

"Ow," she shuddered. She rubbed her sore temple gingerly from attempting to recall any other memories that could be a clue to that event. Just as the young woman controlled herself, a door creaked opened up, shedding in some golden light, and a silhouette of a short man stepped into her view. As his visage came into view, she saw gleaming emerald eyes, fiery short hair, a dwarf in an attire of white frills and curly shoes. He wore a wry smile, as if expecting the unexpected.

"I take it that you slept well?" the stranger smirked. He detected her displeasure with the surprise look in her eyes. To him, he found her adorable, as the girl grasped the iron bars, sending nothing but daggers in his direction.

"Stiltskin," She sneered.

"It's Rumpelstiltskin, girl, learn your manners." He scoffed.

"Where's Shrek?!" she seethed, shaking the bars with tremendous force.

Rumpel frowned, and tossed his hand into the air implying he did not give a damn about the imprisoned girl. "You sure are impatient. No matter, I will escort you to your new home. Oh, but be in mind that you will be sharing it with somebody else." The devious dwarf gave her a twisted smile, as he whisked out a ring of keys, and nonchalantly picked his preferred key before he inserted it into the lock of her cage, the growing rage inside the woman's eyes flared in response.

"You think that I would go anywhere with you? Well, you got another thing coming." She simmered. The woman threw out her hand with her head held high, chanted a powerful hex to transform him into a toad or worse, she did not care as long she did not have to deal with him in the future, but when she realized that the magic from within has not made an appearance, her confidence withdrew at once. Even he waited for her to realize how useless she actually was.

When a cold splash of reality hit her like a ton of bricks, she recoiled at once in shock and dismay. Her magical powers were not even present, she stumbled aback and her hands trembling, whereas the door hung wide with Rumpel standing at the foot of the other door.

"Hehe looks like you're at a loss, my dear Violet." The emerald eyed one giggled. He beckoned her in following him, Violet, now ashamed, fell in line with the shorter man, as they left where everything began behind. She treaded a slower pace than his, but he did not regard her in the slightest, when the distance between them became erratic, all Violet saw were her feet bearing her weight and traversing through the corridors.