Andar awoke with a pounding headache.  He was disoriented, and full of strange memories of a dream-like nature.  It was an interesting thing, because he had never dreamed of himself before.  Always they had been of that girl, the one full of courage despite the presence of such powerful sadness.  Everything seemed a jumble in his mind, as if something dreadful  had happened.  His body felt strange as well.  Not something full of pain, yet different, as if its signals had been changed.  Slowly, he let his eyes flutter open, to see the world again.

His room looked almost exactly the same, as he last remembered it.  Looking out the window, he could see the presence of light, and the bright shining sun.  The height of the sun marked it the early morning, before he had to go to any of his classes.  Still, something was crowding his mind so he couldn't think.  Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, and tried to just drink in everything around him.

Moments passed, and his mind slowly sorted out what he was feeling, from the jumble of incoherent idea's and emotions into relevant simple things.  With his mind now calm, Andar suddenly was overwhelmed with physical sensations.  He could place none of them, yet he felt them anyway.  So many things crowded into his brain, that he had blocked out, that he could not tell where to begin.  Andar stood up, as he let the cover trail off himself to the floor.  Turning, he saw his own reflection in the mirror.

Shock boiled up within him, as he saw not what he expected at all.  Standing there where he should have been was a girl, who looked alike him, yet obviously a girl.  Then, he fully realized why he felt these things.  A cry of almost grief shot from him, as he realized that the symbol of his manhood had been taken from him.  What could have done this?  He had no idea as to the power it would take to cause such an effect on a human.

His cry echoed down the stone halls, of an empty corridor, slowly dieing out into nothing.  All Andar could do was stand in shock, as the cry faded into the stone.  The patter of footsteps reached his ear, as Aldaria ran into his room.  As she laid her eyes upon him, and saw the changes wrought in him, her jaw dropped in pure shock.  Yet, how could she know the true horror of this?  Her voice was filled with shock, as she stuttered while she said, "Wha-what?  What happened to you?"

Andar could not answer, for nothing should have done such a thing to him.  His voice was filled with a venomous hatred, as he spoke, "Can't you see?  I'm a bloody girl, thats what!"  Even his voice was sweeter, despite the anger he felt within himself.

Aldaria was stunned by his response, of such hatred.  She answered, "Take it easy, Andar.  I can see that.  Do you know what might have caused this?"

"If I knew, don't you think I would have said!"  His voice was still filled with venom, now turned on Aldaria.  The hatred seemed to burn him from the inside out.

"Uh...  let me take you to the Elders.  They might know what to do."