Allison almost felt like crying as she tossed the dice onto the board. She had almost gotten Josh but Kenneth had ruined that fragile moment. Oh why couldn't Josh just accept that she was tired of being alone and wanted to be with him. The dice stopped at five and she waited till the piece stopped before drawing a card. She was closer to the finish then most and she hoped it would all end soon. Looking down at her card she saw that the game had picked up on her thinking.
"The person to your side will now be the same type as you. Choose."
Allison looked to Kenneth but she couldn't bear to change him. Marcus on the other hand was just a little boy and he would be rolling next so he wouldn't stay the same for long.
"I choose Marcus to be my sister."
Marcus looked up and looked angrily at her but then he began changing. Allison had thought that Marcus would turn into another satyr but instead his skin darkened to a leaf green and his hair turned an even darker shade of green and his eyes were the color of a summer sky. He grew breasts that were slightly bigger then Allison's and he gained an hourglass figure. His suddenly tight boy's clothes changed into a creeping vine that revealed more then it hid. As if its purpose was to accentuate what was there rather then conceal it. Perhaps the most bizarre thing about it all was that Marcus was a fully developed women who would quickly have men's hands in their pockets, he was only a slight four feet and ten inches.
Allison then remembered that Satyrs, Dryads, and Naiads were all the same type. Since she hadn't specified what kind of sister she had wanted the game had chosen for her. She now realized that she had to be more careful when playing this game.
"Marcus, are you all right?" Jill said breaking her long silence with a look of concern in her ageless eyes.
Marcus looked confused for a second before a light of recognition seemed to flash through his(her?) mind. Bowing to Jill he(she?) spoke in a voice like the birds in the trees.
"Great Lady, it is an honor that one such as you should visit my tree. I am March, dryad of the Lone Oak, and this," pointing at Allison,"is my sister, Allison, a satyr of the Wild Rose clan. If I may ask, what may we do for you?"
Jill felt her cold blood freeze in her veins, Marcus had lost his past in that change and now thought that he had always been a dryad. Even to naming the oak outside of the house as her home. What frightened her more was that although she looked troubled, Allison, Josh, and Kenneth were taking this in stride and didn't act concerned. Jill watched, stupefied, as March...Marcus! curled up next to Allison and the two started working together to draw the remaining two boys to them. Jill knew she would have to be the one to win or else March.....Marcus! might stay a dryad forever. It was Marcus' turn and she could only hope that she would land on a space that would change her back.