Ana stood in a dense forest, within the body of a twelve-year-old girl with ginger hair and wearing a red hooded cloak.
She carried a basket containing cakes along with a few wildflowers seemingly plucked by her own hands.
Blinking repeatedly, she tried to make sense of her current predicament before coming to an unfortunate conclusion.
The enemy had struck and worst of all, they had struck well.
"This must be Baba Yaga's domain. Not only did she manage to separate us, she even transformed me into this." She muttered as she looked down at her tiny hands.
Closing her eyes, she let out a cold breath before attempting to transform into her dragon form.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
Ana's expression hardened.
The fact that Baba Yaga was on the same level as Aiden and Humphrey before his death meant that she wouldn't be able to fight back against whatever sorcery was used to transform her.
