I don't know what came over me. My stomach was queasy, rocking with the boat uncomfortably. My skin felt clammy, and my scales were shriveled up.

I know it's idiotic, especially considering they had several times to take advantage of me, but I can't help but think: was this a trick?

It certainly did not settle my mood.

My arms were spread out as waves of heat crashed on the surface of my skin, greatly contrasting the feeling of ice in my blood.

My throat ached as each breathe escaped my parted lips, which now felt chapped. I could even taste blood, it's metallic tanginess spreading across the pallet of my tongue.

My sight was distorted, some parts of my vision zoomed in, others out. Some blurred, others extra clear. It was strange.

My ears picked up the smallest of sounds, but everything else fell like soft rain; muffled by the torturous wind, which seamed to be amplified tenfold.

Finally, flaring hot pain shot up every fiber from caudal fin, through my scales and veins, all the way up to my head, where it rested in a thick blanket of fog.

I couldn't help but release a particularly large breathe, straining my throat, as if the breathe were physically as big as a live wiggling fish. I had screamed.

My elongated nails scraped the boat floor, leaving behind marks my eyes barely registered.

This was Hell.

I was gasping by the end of it. My mind finally able to gather its remaining brain cells, working around the fact that I had figuratively been dipped in lava and left to burn just above the cooling touch of water.

"LANCE!" I groaned out. He had put me through this! With his stupid idea. What was it for anyways.

I weakly lifted my head, attempting to sit up on my elbows, and glared at Lance who, strangely, only had eyes on my tail.

"Lance! You will pay fo-" and just then, I noticed the odd sensation of freezing metal against my tail, which also felt bare.

I looked down to see- well, no tail. Instead, I saw smooth skin, hairless and exposed. Gently, I lifted up a limb, spotting a limp... thing, in between my limbs hanging out.

I heard a squeak.

Looking over, I see Pidge facing the other way, messing with his- or her. I still don't know whether he or she is female or male- hands nervously. Shifting my gaze, I see Lance averting his eyes, a dark prominent pink on his cheeks.

Strange.

I maneuvered myself to where I was covering the odd extra limb, sensing their strange behavior as a sign that that limb should not be exposed.

"What is this." I asked quietly.

Lance cleared his throat as Pidge looked back at me. Still looking away, Lance replies, "Well, you see. That's called a pen- OW!" Lance shouted as Pidge elbowed him.

He jumped back, looking like he'd been stung.

"What he means that you have legs now. The two limbs- those are legs. You walk with them." Pidge said, demonstrating by walked around.

I nodded.

I pushed myself up, leaning against a seat and balancing on my legs. One kept locking in placing, while the other refused to keep still, shaking and wobbling.

Pidge had to look away again, and Lance found a strange piece of cloth, tossing it over to me.

All I could do was dumbly fumble with the strange item, no clue on what it is, nor what I should do with it.

I mean, what the heck is it with this material anyways, it's too flimsy and useless. What is it? Armor? That would the joke of the century.

Hey! I'm so sorry for not updating in a while, lol. I'll try to update again as soon as I can!