"I, look odd. Whose body is this?" You mutter, nervous and worried about how you came to be this way. Was it at someone else's expense?
"Yours. It was created for you," Phoodeera said, "and despite it's appearance it has significant powers. You are the first in centuries to be able to meld with one of the five great forms. We can create bodies such as this, but in the past few have been able to successfully take control. In truth we wanted to install you in the Prime form, a being of great power and strength, to fight the enemy directly, but an error was made on my part, a critical incantation made to Efda was mispoken and this body was given instead. You still have great power, but it.... was not what was expected."
Phoodeera seemed to deflate, a lot of her serious manners evaporating, and she slumped, sitting beside you on the table.
"What is your name?" She asked gently.
"Dannock... um, call me Danny. I always hated that name."
"Well, 'Danee', we have a severe problem here and we have given you this body so you will to solve it for us. You are the two hundred and seventy fifth person we have attempted this with and the first to succeed, at least for over a century."
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