Becoming Sirkno

Your heart skips a beat as you feel an inexplicable force tug at the very fabric of your being. In an instant, the world around you warps and twists. The sensation is disorienting, and your body feels like it’s being molded like clay. Fear courses through you, and you try to scream, but the sound catches in your throat. Then, just as quickly as it began, the transformation ends. You blink a few times, trying to regain your bearings. But everything feels different. You look down at your hands and see that they are no longer yours—they are slender, almost delicate, with a soft, pale hue. “What’s happening to me?” your voice falters, but it no longer sounds like your voice. It’s softer and higher-pitched. A reflection catches your eye. You turn to see a gleaming surface, maybe a nearby window. Staring back at you is not the face you’ve known all your life but that of a male Gardevoir Gijinka named Sirkno. The shock is overwhelming. Panic surges in your mind as you try to remember who you were—who you still are. “No, this isn’t me. I’m not...” you struggle to remember your name, but it slips from your memory like sand through your fingers. Your thoughts battle against the wave of new memories flooding your mind. The faces of individuals you've never seen before, a male gijinka Swampert named Kip, and a male gijinka Blaziken named Sec, become familiar companions in your mind. You try to hold onto the last remnants of your past identity, but they are fading fast. You take a step forward, and the movement is graceful, almost as if you are gliding. The soft, rustling sound of your long, flowing gown fills your ears. There’s a weight on your chest and back—a red, fin-like horn extending from the front and a shorter, rounded one from the back. Each detail engrains itself into your consciousness as though it's always been a part of you. "Get it together, Sirkno. Kip and Sec are counting on you," a voice in your head urges you. The name Sirkno feels right, it completes your identity. You shake your head, trying to reject it, but it's no use. Every thought you once had is being overwritten by Sirkno’s. “Sirkno, are you alright?” Kip's deep, concerned voice breaks through your haze. He looks at you with a piercing blue gaze, full of worry. “I...I think so,” you—no, Sirkno—stand tall, your posture naturally straightening into a dignified stance. Sec, with his fiery demeanor, steps forward, “You seemed a bit off there for a moment. Sure nothing’s wrong?” Trying desperately to cling onto your slipping sense of self, you murmur, "I... no, I'm fine, just... processing..." But there’s no fighting it; your memories as a unique person dissolve completely, replaced entirely with those of Sirkno. You can no longer recall that you were someone else only moments ago. “When have we ever doubted him, Sec?” Kip places a hand on Sec's shoulder, and the warmth of the camaraderie brings you peace. With a deep breath, you smile—a genuine, serene smile. You are Sirkno. There’s a nobility in your heart, a chivalrous spirit that inspires you to protect your friends at any cost. You’re the wall of your team, and you hold dear the memories of countless battles fought side-by-side with Kip and Sec. “Let’s go, we have much to do,” you say confidently, your voice filled with conviction. The transformation is complete, not just physically but mentally and emotionally. The person you were before is gone, and in their place stands Sirkno, a protector, a strategist, and a noble heart. With a final glance around, you acknowledge your teammates and step forward, ready for whatever challenges lie ahead. The past is a distant memory, and your path as Sirkno is now your truth.