The Reborn With nothing to hide she glides smoothly and proudly down the candle lit hallway. Everyone stares at her carefully braided golden hair and her lightly tanned complexion. Her simple silver gown wraps around her body more closely to the way water would surround a swimmer. No one knows who she has become, and no one knows where she had gone. She gives a small smirk knowing her secrets will be secrets no longer. Reaching the end of the hall the two double doors, who's height reaches far beyond that of a giant, swings open effortlessly with the wave of a hand. The crowd behind her lets out small gasps and quiet "oh my"s. The peasant has returned as a peasant no longer.
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