After Zephiel's defeat Brunnya didn't know what to do with her life, the man she had loved and swore to follow was death, killed by his treacherous sister and her Lycian dogs, but she wouldn't let that stand, the king might be gone but the Dark Priestess remained.
She did not trust that woman, partially blaming her for his Highness downfall but she was a key part of Zephiel's new world, so Brunnya reluctantly followed her orders, or at least the orders of her followers, one of those cloaked figures that inhabited the Dragon Temple had gave her a tome that could be able to turn the tables on Roy and his army, and she was glad to try it out, so she sneaked on her own, close to the camp they had made on their way to face the remnants of Bern's army, and from the distance she casted the spell, covering the camp in a dark sphere what did it do she didn't know, but hopefully it would weaken her enemies.
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Roy blinked after the world had turned dark, he didn't know what had happened but something didn't felt right, he had been planning the army's course of action with Princess Guinevere mere moments ago and now she was nowhere to be found, in her place was red haired boy that looked oddly familiar.
"Huh?" the boy mumbled as he looked at his surroundings, confused as to where be was, apparently as confused as Roy himself, and his confusion turned into dread as his eyes met Roy's, "Ahhhhhh!" letting out a shriek as he pointed at the young lord, as if he feared for his life.
"What's wrong? Why do you look like me?" the young lord asked, now noticing his voice sounded different, more refined and feminine, he soon noticed why as he felt long stands of hair resting on his shoulders, shoulders that feel different, smother, not to mention they were covered by a red material and a white scarf, lowering his sight he was surprised yet again, the red material wasn't just some random cloth, it was a long dress, red with golden designs on the sleeves and around the...cleavage.
Now it was Roy's time to shriek as he saw the breast partially covered by the dress, poking at them in disbelief, just being more shocked by what he was seeing.
"Lord Roy?" asked his double, now noticing it wasn't a double at all but his own body.
Now everything was slowly falling in it's place, the fact that his own body was in front of him, the red dress and golden blonde hair, he had swapped bodies with Princess Guinevere!
Roy slowly nodded, not understanding how this situation is as even possible, and wondering what had caused this?
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"What's going on?" asked an annoyed Raigh, as he saw the absurdly long lilac hair now falling down his head and reaching his feet, grunting as he saw a light blue shapeless dress now covering his body, noticing two small mounds that just made him narrow his eyes.
He brushed aside the purple cloak that was also getting in his way, he had heard of dark spells able to do this but had always believed those tales to be just superstitious rumors and nothing else, now it was clear he was wrong.
"Hey you! Undo this, now!" he order to whoever was occupying his own body, for the empty stare and the fact that it was looking to nowhere in particular, he assumed it was his fellow dark mage in the army, Sophia or whatever she was called.
The girl still seemed to ignore him, now instead of looking at nowhere she was looking at her hands, apparently she had just noticed what had happened to them, "Uh...what happened?"
"Don't play dumb with me! I know this is about that book I didn't return, right? Well too bad, I'm keeping that dumb book and you're undoing this or I will-" Raigh's threat was stopped when he tried to land a finger on his own body, recieving a small slap on his new hand, that bein enough for him to lose balance, and thanks to the long skirt and that annoyingly long hair, he found himself landing flat faced against the ground, making him swallowing a chunk of dirt, "Pffft, I'm going to cut this stupid hair!" he shouted as he spat out the dirt and pushed the long stands out of his face.
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When Lilina opened her mouth she could feel something was wrong, everything around her seemed to have shrunken, and her mouth hurt, she took a hand to sore area to see the reason for this.
"Uhh!" she was shocked by what she felt, her teeth were gone! Or at least plenty of them had disappeared, but how was this possible? She didn't fell unconscious, did she?
The answer became clear once she saw the rest of her body, the young girl wasn't a girl at all, instead of her red mage robes she found a blue sleeves shirt, covering a huge muscular physique that reminded her more of her late father's than hers.
"I...Li..lina?" asked a voice that sounded somewhat familiar, when she turned around to see the source she immediately understood why, Lilina saw something she had only seen in mirrors, herself standing before her.
But this wasn't a reflection, she could tell that much, and by the way this other Lilina was talking, combined with her own new sturdy physique, lead her to realise what was going on, "Gon...zalez?" she asked noticed how hard it was talking with her current mouth, the gentle giant nodded, his expression shown he was even more confused than usual, a feeling she completely share.
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"These arms..." Rutger grunted as he saw his now thin arms, his hands covered by dark turquoise gloves, while his shoulders were covered by a white open coat, seeing his chest just made him grunt once again as he saw a turquoise short dress covering his body, he recognised the attire as the one wore by Fir, that annoying girl that kept insisting on sparing with him.
"So weak..." he whined as he touched his arms, how couldn't she ever try to master the sword with such flimsy arms, at least she was persistent, he gave her that much.
"Rutger?" asked a voice he struggled to recognise as his own, he turned to see something he hadn't seen in a long time, his face wearing a terrified expression, something in this sight made him feel strange, he didn't know if it was for seeing his own body moving on it's own, or because that reminded him of his his goal had started, a goal that now was cruelly snatched away from him.
"Yeah" he replied to who he assumed was the aspiring swordswoman, now noticing he had her annoying voice, the fact that a breeze passed through camp making her skirt flow with it just made him even more angry, immediately grabbing the flimsy fabric to keep it in place, how did she even fight with these thing on?
"Um...did you do this?" Fir asked as she kept her distance from the vengeful swordswoman, slightly unnerved by Rutger's scowl, she never expected her own face to be able to look so...angry.
"No, why would I willingly become a weakling like you?" he answered, his glare growing more intense after the wind had throw Fir's purple ponytail on his face, just making him even more frustrated by this ridiculous situation.
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