Looking around from the mirror, a fairy identical to her, but dressed in leather armour with a shortsword strapped to either side and a bow across her back stomped into the room. Jonathan stared as the young woman had to make an effort to stomp since her agitated wings kept trying to lift her into the air.
She stopped as she noticed Jonathan, then stared, her face momentarily losing its annoyed expression for a look of surprise. She laughed without mirth.
“Of course this would happen too. If it wasn’t obvious enough my life is over.”
She stomped over to the wardrobe and began removing the armour and clothing, occasionally glaring over at Jonathan as if he was the source of all her problems.
“I’m very confused right now. Where am I? Who are you? What’s happening?”
She rolled her eyes and ignored him, muttering under her breath.
“Stupid prophecy. I was perfectly happy not being a chosen hero of legend. But no. I have to be born under that stupid star, be called to adventure and refuse three times and have a birth mark in the shape of a Mystra-damned icicle. And just to add misfortune to disaster, the part about a twin from another world might be true, too.”
“Hey, I’m right here!” Jonathan said, wincing at how whiney his voice sounded. She ignored him, and continued. Her clothes joined her armour, sword and bow on the ground, and she stood naked as he stared. She glared at him until he moved his gaze upwards, hearing her opening the wardrobe and pulling on a red dress. She pulled out a green one for Jonathan.
“Put this on. We don’t want to keep the kingdom waiting for their chosen heroes, do we?” She sounds resigned, as if she’s given up the fight. Jonathan didn’t move.
“What the hell is going on!?” He asked for a second time. She sighed.
“Sorry I kind of exploded on you. It’s been a trying day and a lot of things I did not wish to happen have occurred. But that’s the story of my life,” she held out a hand to Jonathan “I’m Salifierre De Valistras, of the royal line of the fairy kingdom of Alastor. My birth, and I suppose yours since you’re here, met the requirements for an ancient prophecy about a great Lich rising and enacting great change for the world until he is stopped by twin princesses of the fey who begin their quest the day after their eighteenth birthday. Then there were a bunch of requirements for the “chosen one” that I met every one of save one.”
As she spoke, she led you over to a dressing table and motioned for you to sit down as she pulled out a comb.
“I guess the requirement you didn’t meet was not having a twin sister?” Jonathan asked as Salifierre began combing out his hair. It felt surprisingly relaxing, which Johnathan would never have guessed.
“It was,” Salifierre said “So I guess the prophecy somehow pulled you in to fit that requirement.”
“Wait, hold on. I don’t know what the requirements are, but I can’t possibly fit them. I’m not a princess. I’m not even a fairy, or even a girl.”
“Well, prophecies are powerful magic, but-“ she broke off, realising what he said, then turning red as she realised she had stripped in-front of him “B-but you must have fit enough of the requirements that the prophecy could change the rest to fit.”
She quickly braided Jonathan’s hair, her fingers moving with practiced ease and with a speed that he wasn’t sure anyone on Earth would have managed.
“Now, let’s get you into that dress. You must be presentable for your first appearance as princess of Alastor.”
Jonathan gulped at the prospect of both seeing his new body naked for the first time, and going out in a dress and performing the role of princess.
Salifierre smiled sympathetically. “I know. Neither of us asked for this. And you certainly have it worse than me. But since we apparently can’t fight against this prophecy, we may as well make the best of it and support each other where we can.”
“Thank you,” Jonathan took the dress as she motioned him behind a screen.
“Get it on, and come out. I’ll help you adjust it.”
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