This choice: a girl, learning Fionn's craft, wanted a boyfriend, knew of the curse on her • Go Back...Chapter #6Gwen, a beginner mage by: who-me   a crowd turning beauty. The daughter of Bowhan was a simple looking girl, true enough, but she held an inner beauty which attracted many boys to her, even at a young age. Due to her heritage, the child's body grew strong and powerful. She became a bit of a tomboy early on, easily holding her own against boys a few years her senior. Her hair was thick and white from the moment it started growing. For her beauty and unique hair color, Fionn called her Gwen. It was around the age of two or three when Fionn sensed with in Gwen an ability to use magic like he could. This made him happy as he feared she might turn out to be a reckless fighter as her father. And from that day, Fionn taught Gwen about magic, about being at peace with the world. He educated her on many things. Even when she became a tomboy and learned physical combat, she would still honor her father's teachings and never use them in a fight.
At the age of seven, Fionn told Gwen of her other side, her minotaur side. Gwen took this revelation in stride. She had always known she was different from other children and now knew why. And soon after, she, with Fionn's help, turned into a full minotaur for the first time in a long time. While at the age of seven, she was a sprightly four and a half feet tall, in her minotaur form, she was closer to six an a half feet tall, a half foot taller than her father. She also found her strength and agility had increased as well.
Now at the age of sixteen, Gwen's other form stood close to 12 feet tall with enough strength to break boulders with her bare hands. But in her human form, she was a mere 6 feet tall. Her arms and legs were not truly muscular, but held with in them a hidden strength. Fit and agile, the only fat that could be found on her was a decent amount on her chest, which stayed in proportion when she turned to her minotaur form.
And now the morning sun rose in the sky, as Gwen was walking to town to do shop shopping. It had been a normal day for her, waking up at dawn and doing a morning meditation. She wondered, as she put her waist length white hair in a braid, how many guys would look at but never touch her. She wished one would ask her out, besides the pig headed Samuel, son of the mayor. Gwen truly found him annoying. But ever since she knocked him out when they were 11, he had been demanding that she be his.
"If I hadn't swore father I wouldn't use magic, I'd curse him," Gwen thought as she entered the town.
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