(Regan's POV)
Sparks fly as grandmaster deflects my shot. The blade of my black and silver scythes glows red as I send swipe after swipe of power in grandmaster's direction every time he puts up a shield of blue ice.
"Regan, I know you are in there. You need to calm down." The grandmaster calls over the smashing of his shield. I can hear guards outside trying to break down the door. Silvermay comes crashing through the window to stand in front of grandmaster.
"This doesn't involve you." I call, before aiming my scythe on her. "Move or pay the price." I command before sending a swipe at her, just missing on purpose.
"Regan, you need to come down. Please, I know why you are angry." Silvermay said with her hands up in surrender. I lower my scythe, the red disappearing from the blade, put don't change back, not yet.

"It's about the dream Mark had, am I right?" I nod then she takes a step forward; I tighten my grip on my scythe making her flinch; even Silvermay fears me. Silvermay continues "I know Grandmaster had nothing to do with the dream Regan, you need to believe me. Please calm down." I let out a sigh, defeated as a change form into white blouse with long bell under a yellow jumperskirt with a petticoat filling it out. A thin silver tiara rests a top my head as my eyes fade back to blue. The scythe I had forms into a staff of gold with an exposed quartz heart.

Slowly I drop to my knees, drained of energy, dropping the staff on the ground, my now white wings closing around me. The doors slam open easily since I've dropped my hold on them. Guards and servants a like come running in. The servants help me to my feet, my white mary-janes slipping on the smooth tiles under foot, and the guards protected grandmaster. I hang my head in shame as I'm escorted out of the room without a word, I didn't look back; I don't want to see the destruction I caused.