The squirrel-doe paused. “Why am I changing? I know! I’ll ask the Gods!” She galloped to the twin god idols and knelt. A vision appeared and Michael and Auria stood before her. “I need your help!” Origin’s voice wiggled. “I don’t know what’s going on!”
“Your species undergoes many phases throughout their life. This is your last transformation. You will be fully mature.”
“I don’t understand!”
Origin awoke suddenly. I don’t feel different. She heard a clicking noise and went to the pond to see her reflection. Origin shrieked loudly, catching the attention of some other deer. “Don’t hyperventilate….” Origin looked again. She had a bird’s beak and a feathery fan of a tail with blue streaks on it. “My feathers are still there, and my pattern.” Origin said, looking at the crest of peacock feathers, and the colorful green pattern of her chest feathers. “And bird feet? Paws too? Ohhhh wait a minute…I’m a gryphon!” she exclaimed. Spreading her wings, she went to the Twin Gods Idol to try and fly.