Social Conundrums, Part XV
By Renee Hughes Anne A sense of unreality swirled around me like a thick wool blanket threatening to cut me off mentally from the outside world. Physically, I was already isolated locked away in a room of the elders' choosing. It was nothing more than a square box with glowing walls. I could transform the interior to anything I wanted to see or feel but it was still a prison. I couldn't leave. Feeling small and insignificant I changed my outer form to match. A tiny pesky rodent felt right. It was a creature our ancestors disdained and since right now the Little Dragon race considered me a blight, it felt appropriate. I could still see the face of the murdered Little Dragon. Her golden eyes filled with terror and disbelief. It shouldn’t be possible for anyone to kill another energetic being without their consent. Yet I held her in my arms watching as the life drained from her face powerless to do anything. I remember frantically searching the glimmering strands of the energetic