"Look, I didn't ask for this, okay?" you say firmly, your voice tinged with frustration. "None of it. It's not me. It's just this curse messing with me."
Serena furrows her eyebrows, the jingle of her bracelets soft as she tilts her head. "Is it really?" she asked, her voice almost teasing. "Look at yourself, Ethan. Look at the way the world has started to see you. Do you truly believe this is all the magic is doing? Or could it be that it's revealing something that was always there, just hidden away?"
"I know who I am, lady," you snap, your jaw tightening. "This isn't it."
Madame Serena sighs, shaking her head from side to side.
"I didn't choose this," you say, your stomach churning. "I just want to feel normal again. Like myself."
Madame Serena's eyes sweep over you, her all-knowing smile flickering for a second. There was something about you that didn't align with her expectations. "This is... unusual," she murmurs, almost to herself. "The magic should resonate, should align with something deep within you. It shouldn't feel so foreign."
"Guess your magic is wrong," you say, your tone cutting.