In a quiet town, surrounded by barren fields and few roads, a good distance from any other settlement,
lived a young woman named Isabella, with her parents and older brother, who often had his girlfriend over for long visits.
She was a quiet girl, timid among her friends. She followed the pack, spoke softly, and kept her opinions to herself.
But she was also a curious girl. Fascinated by the different, always looking for an answer to that she knew not.
A curiosity she shared with her brother and his girlfriend. One which led them to the town library to look deep into its roots.

Upon much searching, they found what they wanted to find. Tomes that were written long ago, for purposes beyond imagining.
They checked them out - which the librarian was happy to do - and the youngins went back home to learn of their secrets.
And learn they did. The tried out what they had learned, unleashing magics their community has not seen in decades.
The brother gave himself a spectacular body for his own lusts and purpose, which his girlfriend adored most highly.
But Isabella did not use such powers for herself. She wanted to learn more about whom they were borrowing them from.

She often stayed up far past her bedtime, reading the language from far back then. And far beyond that. She was so curious
of just what the cult did back then, how they served the Great Ones, and what they could expect in return from their service.
The green eyes of the young woman with the long brown hair darted through each letter, absorbing it and its purpose,
but did not let it corrupt her mind or sway her opinion. Other than a growing interest in learning just how someone like her
can serve the Great Ones once more, in a time when everyone had otherwise moved on to more practical lives.

One night, she was awoken by a dream. But not a dream, a voice. A voice, calling out for her. To come into her basement.
Once more, she was curious, the voice unlike anything she had heard. It spoke to her with efficiency, steadfast, and echo.
In her nightwear, she proceeded into her basement, walking on the cold stone floor, ever following the command of the voice.
She came upon a hallway, empty, but not. She answered the call. She waited to hear more. For the voice to command her.
The voice commended her for her faithfulness, when others would have feared. It was time to give her new purpose.

Her heart beat with wonderful energy, blessed unto her so that she may endure a great change in her life. Her body
began to melt upon itself, flesh merging with flesh, as her clothing was removed from existence. She'll have no need for such.
She was surprised that of all things this would happen to her. But one thing the tomes never did say, however, was
that mortals should not try, and cannot, predict the actions of the Great Ones, and their reasoning. What they do is beyond
what they can fathom. What the Great Ones do, is what they do. When they will it, it is done. The universe does not question.

As her body belonged to this universe, it answered. And now, she is still here. But her purpose has been rewritten.
Her body now that of an ingot in form. The flesh, ready to be reshaped, put to good use, to be formed by the Great Smith.
She was brought from her basement into the Realm of Flesh, where all objects of the flesh are stored for later use.
And for one such as herself, she will make a fine material for a most wondrous craft. And she'll know this all too well.
For she is still alive, conscious, and sensitive. Calm by necessity for her purpose, but still aware of what she has become.

But.

Perhaps there was a mistake. Her faith and dedication is much unheard of in the past many decades.
Perhaps she was blessed far too soon. A vast miscalculation and oversight.
No, this girl is promising. Very much. She will be given a new purpose.
But let her changes be forever, but her old life returned.
Let her live again, after all that happens.

It is decided.
Her purpose has only just begun.