There was a flash of light. When the light cleared, the leader of the rebels had become a teenage girl. She was slender, with long, light brown hair, wearing a rather boring light green dress. The rebels cried out in shock.
“She is a witch!”
“Run, before she transforms us all!” The rebels scattered and ran off, leaving behind the teenage girl that had once been their leader. The girl didn’t move, as she had been rendered unconscious by the transformation.
“Hmph. Well, I cannot leave a young girl alone in the woods,” Anya said, sounding disgruntled. “Particularly not at this time.” She dismounted Sassy, picked up the girl, and slung her over Sassy’s back. “We will take her to the closest town and drop her off, conscious or not.” Anya mounted again. She patted Sassy’s neck. “Thank you for handling that so well, my dear.”
Sassy whinnied softly. She was disappointed that the leader had become something that would be an inconvenience to them, but she had no control over what the amulet did. If she had any control, she would not be a mare named Sassy. Thankfully, the former rebel wasn’t heavy as a teenage girl, so Sassy didn’t feel overburdened by the additional passenger.
Night was beginning to fall by the time the girl woke up. Sassy heard the girl groan softly, then felt her sit up.
“You are awake,” Anya said flatly.
“Yes,” the girl replied.
“Good. What do you remember?”