Rogue, embryo and middle age

Sharon cast her spell and winced for a while, a moment passed when she saw the young gal she once had been, a clean white slate willing to believe anything, willing to simply let the adults lead, for she had no mind of her own, a simple reflection and how the grown ups loved her, even when she felt so very inferior, for it appeared she could offer no good suggestions, yes, they tried to encourage her assertiveness but inside she knew that what she said was not really good. She saw good. Good works, good acts, good practice and the masters were showing her! Still it was better than being beaten, for some kids did have it tough with adults that beat, hit, and rather cruelly. The times they flew by so fast and she has decided that there was no right nor wrong, for it had always been about winners, winners making the rules that is, two stages colliding and in the aftermath she felt vulnerable and alone, she was always alone. Never lonely.