Run Faster

It was just like every other morning. Wake up before dawn, breakfast, coffee, a jog down by the water. Nothing was different except for her attire. Sure she was wearing the same running shoes, shorts, and tanktop, but a pentagram necklace now bounced about as she ran. She had found it a few days prior on a run around the beach and had finally got around to cleaning it off last night. A pentagram wasn't really something she would normally wear, but as she had washed it off she felt a strange connection to it.

Strange was a good word for it. She could swear that as she ran it was starting to feel heavier... warmer... or maybe it was just her? Her body did feel rather heavy... but powerful too. She started to run faster, trying to push through some slight pain in her back and feet. As she strained she managed to go even faster, faster than she had ever run before, and the necklace felt like it was burning her now, it was like a fiery brand hanging on her chest.

Her spine made a loud cracking pop sound and she lost focus for a moment, tripping over a large piece of driftwood only to land hard on the sandy beach.

She lay there for a moment in the sand, her body felt.. wrong, something wasn't right at all. She struggled to try and get up but her feet felt numb and she had lost her shoes in the fall? she reached out to touch her foot and felt hair... and something hard, almost like a...

She shifted again then stifled a yelp as a concerning twinge and weight in her backside drew her attention. At the same time a pressure around her thighs became intense, so intense she though her legs were going to explode.

The sensations started to become too much, and as the waves lapped at her she started to fade out.

Stars.

The sky was dark and she was looking at stars.

She blinked for a moment and rubbed sand out of her eyes and mouth. Why was she on the beach after dark... she... she had been running... and then... and the necklace..

She tried to stand up and was instantly aware that something was very different. Two sets of legs lifted her, and she found herself standing far higher than her normal five foot six. She must have been six feet tall now, but what was more concerning than that was the number of legs putting her at that height. She... she had four legs... four furred covered... hooved... legs.

She shifted nervously and cringed at the horse like clop sound of her fee-... if her hooves. Her ears flattened against the top of her head and her tail flicked in agitation. She frowned as she noticed those things too. The necklace around her neck felt icy cold now, hollow and spent. In truth, she felt drained as well. It wasn't every day you just... turn into a horse... a... a centaur.

She looked down the beach toward her house, it was pretty far away... but she might as well see just how fast she could go...

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~The Warlock