[ WP ] You are an ancient evil , sealed away millennia ago by a legendary hero . You have escaped your imprisonment and attained a physical form . The first course of business ? Learning how to walk .

She was finally free. After millennia of being bound to the Amulet of Bast, some fool had finally broken the spell and Neith was finally released from her hellish prison. Stretching her arms to the sky, the ancient evil being cooed with delight. 
 
 Wait... Cooed? Neith began to panic slightly, confused by the sound that came from her mouth. She was a thing to be feared. She did not... coo. She attempted to howl in triumph, but it came out more like a ear piecing and desperate sounding shriek. 
 
 No, no, no, no. Something was not right. Neith lifted her head as best she could, noting how heavy it seemed to be now. She waved her arms in frustration and was bewildered to see they were soft, small and pudgy. She flexed each tiny fist, perplexed at her situation. What in all the Gods' names was going on? Neith began screaming, the sound practically sending shockwaves through the room. Moments later, a small boned and harassed looking woman came rushing into the room. 
 
 `` Oh, my poor darling,'' the woman said in a babying tone. `` What is the matter?'' 
 
'How dare you speak to me as in such an insolent way! I am an ancient being to be feared and worshiped, not coddled,' Neith snapped. 
 
 Her protests instead came out as high volume shrieks as opposed to a voice that typically sent mere mortals to their knees. As her yowling got louder, the woman picked sat her up and made her turn so she was facing reflective glass. 
 
 `` Emma, look who it is! That's you!'' the women said, pointing to Neith's reflection. `` It's my sweet baby girl in the mirror.'' 
 
'Bloody fucking hell,' Neith thought, staring at her reflection. She was a Gods damned infant. 
 
 This was an absolute nightmare. Neith had not thought for a second that, when the seal on the Amulet of Bast was broken, that she would be forced into the body of a helpless child. This was an absolute nightmare. 
 
 Ready to cry again in frustration, Neith took a long look at herself in the mirror. If she was going to be stuck in this body, she was going to own it. She looked down at her fleshy legs and moved them experimentally. 
 
'Alright,' Neith thought.'First things first: learn how to walk.''
