This choice: Gordon wakes up as a teenager, but something feels off... • Go Back...Chapter #4Gordon wakes up as a teenager, but something fe... by: Seberethes   Gordon tossed and turned as he fought his way through the shadows and demons which plagued the young man's dreams. He cried out like one who's been startled and woke up to his pitch black room. There were no monsters out to get him, nor demons to torment him... or so he thought.
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Deep beneath the earth, a dark and evil creature brooded upon his throne, his magic scepter in his hand and his familiar raven perched upon his shoulder. The green orb atop his staff caught the patches of light from above and lit the room just enough that if one were to look carefully they would see strange and grotesque figures writhing about in the shadows. The Being, for so he is called by those who rightly fear his true name, rose and spoke in a dark and terrible voice, "Yes, that seems like a lovely idea! Don't you agree Molinus?" The raven squawked in response, "Good boy."
He stopped and glared at one of the writhing creatures which had given him a funny look, "What are you gawking at?" it quickly looked away and went back to its writhing.
The Being rose from his throne as he raised his great staff and cried to his masters below, "Brengtus carvinach durentun! Juventak Korotak!"
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Gordon stumbled into the bathroom, his stomach in extreme pain. He gripped the edge of the sink and started coughing uncontrollably. His hands, covered in sweat, slipped from the sink and he fell to the floor... A few hours later he came around again and staggered up again as best he could. He looked the mirror and everything was perfectly normal.
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"Heaven's Love Magitech services, this is Calinus, how may I help you?"
"Heaven?"
"Outsourcing's a bitch ain't it! Any way, how can I help you?"
"Yes, well, Im just your evil lord of darkness, and I found out not too long ago that theres this prophecy that says two teenagers will lead an army against me, you know the drill. And there from a specific town so I got the idea to turn all the teenagers into small children."
"Okay, that must take up a lot of dark energy. How much did you spend?"
"About thirty-eight percent."
"Ah now that could have been avoided if you had the new Psych-Gnom 12."
"Well, I just want to know how to-"
"Let me explain, we put a series of psychic gnomes into your staff and they sense when a spell isn't going to work and preserve the dark energy for later that would otherwise go to waste."
"The great, but in the meantime-"
"And for just thirteen easy payments of 6 souls a month you'll get not only this but a-"
"Look, just tell me how to fix this!"
"Did you check the battery?"
"This thing has batteries?"
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Gordon enjoyed a nice bowl of corn flakes after his ordeal which went down surprisingly easy considering how he felt this morning. All except that last bite when some of his teeth fell out of his mouth. He had barely gotten over the shock when he felt a tugging at all of his bones and heard his shoes clunk to the floor as they fell off his diminished feet followed by his snake like socks. Soon more of his teeth fell out as his throat jumbled and moved around, locking off his deeper bass and leaving him with the high soprano of a young and helpless boy. He looked down in shock and horror at his now smooth and hairless legs, wearing his boxers like a pair of oversized shorts. This is impossible, he thought, it just isn't possible!
Alas, it was possible, not only for him, but for every single teenager in town. The boy, almost a man, now a boy once more was short and small and was forced to accept that he was nothing but a child of...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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