As the mist filled her chamber, Ariadne began to breathe more deeply. It felt heavy in her lungs, denser than the air she was used to breathing. Which wasn't strange, as it was different from the air she was used to breathing. Activating her potential, it was supposed to do, which she was excited about. When she was born, she was amongst the lowest caste,  yet her family had fought tooth and nail to better their position. They had much success, launching a profitable business. They were elevated in status, in a way that was almost unheard of beyond the usual methods of powers and marriage. Now she would have her powers unlocked, and she would rise further still. She had her sights set on the throne.<br/><br/>Something was wrong, with her transformation. Her back was throbbing something powerful, a pain she could not identify with in all her life. Her muscles and bones felt as though they were being stretched impossibly, bursting from her skin in terrible agony. Worst still, the mist was getting too thick, and she was gasping for air, flailing desperately against her tube, anything to fight against the drowning sensation she was feeling. When her tube finally opened, she fell to her knees , her massive wings unfurling above her. She stayed like that for a moment, on her hands and knees, breathing deeply and coughing occasionally. She felt so fragile, so light, as though she were no longer corporeal, as though a strong breeze might carry her away. She knew the others were staring at her, concerned looks on their faces as she struggled for air.<br/><br/>She forced herself, to her feet, despite the dizziness she felt as she did. She was much more slender than she remembered, and over course there were the substantial wings that grew from her back. She tested them quickly, concerntrating on them, to see if  she could move them. Slowly, steadily, they began to flap, and she was rising into the air, inches at first, then a few feet. When she was nearly five feet in the air she came back down, stumbling a bit as she tried to land. She turned as scarlet as her hair as laughs could be heard.<br/><br/>"Hey, these things are hard to handle!" She stammered, embarrassed to come off so ineptly right off the bat.