Sure, but smash that damn alarm, its killing the buzz.

"Wake AGH!" Ariel cries, smacked hard in the nose with A firmly placed slap, golden ichor now oozing from his girly shnoz.

"Dehydrated, clearly. Suffering from hallucinations..." The scribbling of notes is heard from a mass of cloth you know to be Cilla, whose gloved hands grip a quill made from a crimson feather; dashing it across parchment in a strapped small book.

"Logic... Urge... Ego..." You grumble, barely keeping together a clear thought.

The effeminate hands of your angel god companion attempt to pull you to your feet. "Ok mister crazy monster, lets just get up and go to this little town. I really don't wanna mess up my first time as a guardian, even if its with a weirdo."

Silently, you rise and begin to follow Ariel and Cilla once more, now heading out into a clearing from the tree-lands... they're called woods, Ego. Once in the clearing, you see distant mounds of wood and sandy stone, the sun drooping past them towards the horizon.

"Its a port town called Tomo. It was renamed after the great heroine saved it as part of her first little adventure... good times..." Ariel said, seemingly remembering better times as he spoke.

"You speak as though you knew Tomoko, Godling. Why is that?" Pondered Cilla, scratching down yet another note, this time surely about the deity guardian.

Looking as though caught, the angel boy quickly ran ahead, face turning red. "Oh, we go back a bit, that's all. Ok, we're getting a bit closer. You stay here with big guy while I get us past their gate, ok? Don't want them attacking him on sight."

Attacking you? Is it really that bad? Of course it is... its always 'that bad.' A shame we forgot that.

Sitting down in a bit of brush, Cilla takes the time to get a bit of distance from you before sitting herself. Now clearly you see that the cloak is not their body, you fool. A gentle looking woman's face peeps at you from within the mound of red cloth. However, its beauty is tainted with a sickening claw-shaped gash over her left eye; which reaches from her forhead to her chin; moving over her lips to do so. The eye itself is covered even further by a simple brown leather strapped patch. Bits of her hair flow from within the cloak, out into the open air; a near silvery bright blonde. She stares intently at you with her one remaining eye, emerald of iris, pupil flickering between a circle and a cat-like slit.

What is a cat? Oh damn it all...

"So, Nameless. What are you?" She asks in a serious tone, once more prepared to take notes.

You think on that question. You aren't a human, not anymore anyway. All you can think of is what Ariel continues to call you, although its foul meaning is lost on your ears. That's right, its not a good thing to be called a...

"Monster." You answer plainly, getting an tired groan from your only current companion.

You follow your answer with an equally dumb question "I thought you had two eyes... You said your ranger eyes don't lie..."

She hides an offended look with a detailed response, pay close attention, Ego. "Its a spell. Ranger Eyes. Lets you confirm if information is true or false based on what you know. Akin to instant cross examination of evidence. That godling has images of himself on that little church of his, so I knew who he was. Your scales have the aura of an element, evidence of a draconic nature. Your tail and wings also show similar features to that of a Hawk Fairy, a common form of fae in mountain ranges. Hence why I called you what I did."

"Tail? Wings? Check our body real quick, the reflection didn't show our back." Says Urge, not doing his job like the idiotic fool he is.

Urge then whines like the child he is. "Fine, sorry, jeez. Get off my metaphysical ass, Logic..."

Sure enough, while we were arguing, you discovered that you do indeed have a tail and small vestigial wings. The wings are nothing of real note, small and frail as they are, although their feathers colour suggests that you are currently lacking one of their number, a crimson that matches your hair, eyes... and the quill being used by Cilla, who gives you a sheepish look when she notices your gaze.

"What, you were **** and I needed a quill. No harm done with how useless those wings are..."

Ignoring her, you examine your far more useful tail. Its slick form is coated in the charcoal colored scales of your new body, and at its tip, a messy pom of fur, which once more matches your red sight-jellies.

Ego, I would like to hold your attention for now. This woman, Cilla, is clearly a wellspring of information. Keep her close.

"Wow, now look whose breaking the rules. Nerd." Cries the annoying voice of Urge.

Thankfully, before Urge can speak once more, Ariel's voice is heard in your ear. "Guys! I got the guards to stand down so we can pass through with big guy! Come on!"