Yer a changeling, Harry

What am I now? Why don’t I look human?

So you were going around your life like normal, right? Just hanging out, doing whatever it is you do best. And then something weird happened. Somebody showed up that you didn’t know, or that you did know, and bam! You were whisked off to Arcadia, the realm of the Gentry. Am I right?

Then, you went through a Durance where they tortured the hell out of you for funsies, making you do who knows what for who knows what reason. But you escaped, because you’re resourceful, or smart, or strong-willed, or just plain lucky, or something. If you weren’t special in some way, you’d still be stuck there, like countless others. Keep that in mind when you’re feeling low. I’ve found it always helps me.

So you escaped Arcadia and and you ended up in the Hedge, the barrier between worlds, and you somehow made it back here to our freehold. And that’s why you’re here. Am I right? You know I’m right.

The fact that you were taken to Arcadia and the magic of the place intrinsically changed who you are and weaved itself into your bones means you’re a Changeling just like the rest of us. We were all changed differently based on what we were tasked to do, but we’re all tied together because we all fought tooth and nail and escaped.

You look different because you’re magic, and you’re going to be like that forever now, so you might as well start getting used to it, and come to terms with the fact that your Fetch is probably sitting out there living the life you left behind.

And you hang out with us. You involve yourself in a community that understands you, and you try to make some meaning out of your life.

That’s all you can do, really.

Yer a changeling, Harry

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