APOLLOS' POV.
I struggle as my form shifts slowly without my consent.
I scream incoherently, but nobody tries to save me. Soon, I stand up, and fall back down. A white blanket covers me.
Pandora!
I rush to her, and nudge her.
I'm definitely a mammal, but what one?
I shake myself, hoping for a clue. Jingling is my only clue.
The door swings open, and I whip around.
It's Libby.
I call out, "Hey, um.... Libby?"
She turns white, and runs off.
She brings Otice over, who seems upset.
I growl as he approaches. A white orb balances on his palm, spinning tauntingly.
I growl, backing into my sleeping dragon.
She wakes, and shoots to her unsteady feet,
Her scales have a new hue, but I can't place it.
She turns and we stand side by side.
Otice whispered, "What did that mage say tocausethis?"
His words run together, and I growl with discomort.
Libby whispered, "What caused this?"
I reply, "A reckless man who gave his son a full tankard. "
My voice comes out throaty, low, yet slight hints of casual.
I look at Libby.
She summons a mirror.
I leap back, teeth bared at the being in the mirror.
A wolf? A huge wolf?
I'm about shoulder to shoulder with Otice on my hindlegs, who is 6"3.
My fur is black with cream highlights and around my eyes. My muscles ripple under the fur, and I have to admit. ... my muscles feel great.
I growl, and look over to Pandora. She must be huge, but... yet she hasn't seemed to grow at all.
I look at Libby, and ask, "Why aren't you freaking out? Most people would've accused me of being a beasty at least!"
She studders, "Becccaauusseee...., it..,, it happens to me too."
She growls as a flash replaces her with a small white wolf.
She's elegant, light on her feet.
I walk over to her, but a cry of anger stops me dead.
A tall, lean, teenage boy charges up to me. His eyes are fresh blood red, and full of hate and murderous intent.
I back up, fangs bared.
He laughs, dagger drawn.
He whispers to me, "Stay away, cursed Shifter. Your not welcome among the gifted."
I luge forward, grabbing his arm.
Crunch.
I release him, and he stares at me with horror.
He cries, "He is infectious!"
I growl, tail swishing.
He runs off, and I growl at his retreating back.
The older mage smiles, and congratulates me, "You have the heart of a loin, and the strength and wisdom of the wolf. I see a dark future, but it will save many from an even darker and miserable one. You were not cursed by accident, for that spell is not known to man anymore. Only dragons and fay.
The fays must've had a reasoning for turning you into this... you should go talk to them."
I nod, and I realize what the jingling sound was. My school ID had turned into a pair of military-style dog tags.
On one, was my school Id codes and name. The other had the standard: If you find this persons injured please contact : 127 567 699.
The missing shifter help line.
I shake my body, causing the tags to jingle around my neck.
I notice Libby has no ID, but don't mention it.
YOU ARE READING
Unexpected Heroes
Fantasy"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?" Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon. Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
