Long Live the King! But will he?
Weird things happen really fast.
When fate sends Red and his crewmates to the coveted port of Syrras, it is an opportunity he plans to take full advantage of. Unfortunately, his search for a little adventure hands him a lot more than he ever bargained for.
Changed by unknown magics into something other than himself, he’s told a terrible secret. One he must now help protect, even as he is tasked to find those responsible. Failure will cost him his body, his way of life, everything that makes him who he is.
HIS MOOD SOURING, RED SURVEYED THE NEW ROOM.
Like the one he’d woken up in, it was mostly bare. A small hole an arm’s length up the left wall spewed a trickle of water, which collected in a deep rectangular basin carved into the floor then drained out through a slightly smaller hole at the bottom. A bowl beside the basin held a comb, a bar smelling of flowers, and a square piece of cloth.
Ignoring the bowl and its contents, he pulled off the blanket and squatted next to the water. He dipped his small hands into the cool liquid, just wanting to get this over with, and liberally flicked some of it onto his new body.
“It would seem you do not quite understand the concept of bathing.”
Red glanced back over his shoulder, wondering at her semi-amused tone.
“What are you implying?”
The magister glided forward and scrunched down beside him.
“That in order to bathe, you must first actually get into the bath.”
Before he could react, the woman shoved him over into the cut basin.