True Identity

"This, in fact, is your true form," she heard the Necromancer to say although her whole attention was focused on the pit of her gut and the trembling in her fingers.

Images then began to appear within her mind, memories came unbidden, one after the other, more and more, faster and faster until it seemed as if it were an assault upon her very sanity. He saw himself playing with a stick knife at the age of four, his mother Morgwen laughing and his father Dredrik smiling... she saw herself playing with a straw doll at the age of three, her mother Sovay smiling and her Father Emry laughing. He saw himself leaving for the House DeFacto to begin his instruction as a nobleman's son... she saw herself leaving for the House Bower to begin her instruction as a Queen's daughter. She saw, touched, heard, tasted, smelled two sets of memories, two sets of experiences.... both real and yet one superimposing itself, gaining preeminence over the other. He saw a parade of little lovers; girls and maids who wanted to be with a noble's son... she saw a young man, a noble man who sought to protect the Kingdom, to protect the King, to protect the King's daughter; she saw Sir Gunther, her love and her betrothed.

Fred opened her eyes and gasped for air. He... she... trembled all over. "Nnn... nno, it can't... be."

"Yes," said the Necromancer. "It can be, and it is."

The two of them stood, Belboz calm and serene, Fred shakey and uncertain. Then Belboz spoke again. "Welcome back to the world, little girl. Welcome back, Princess Cecilia Exultaine!"

1. Fred never existed! For the past five years the Princess Cecilia was under a spell, a spell only now she is coming to understand as more of her previous life comes back to her. With Belboz' help she will certainly discover more... but then what?
2. Fred demands to be changed back to his male form

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