The vortex spit you and Drak out into the forbidden forest. Drak, desperately backpedaling with his shrunken wings, landed roughly onto the forest floor, dropping you.
"Oww!!" you whimper. Concerned, Drak rushed to your side. Since he was a dragon, Drak still possessed a large girth of around seven and a half feet in height.
"Hey Gil? Are you okay?" wondered Drak with an unnaturally soft tone. A fall that you would have shrugged off before, now nearly brought tears in your eyes. Ignoring the pain, you stagger to your feet.
Everything appeared so much higher and scarrier now, you think, most likely due to the fact you had shrunken from about 6'1 to 4'10.
"Y-yeah, I'm okay Drak" you assure with your light voice. You were tough as an eleven year old back in your real world. You had been eleven when the Mylandians imprisoned you in a concentration camp!! A simple fall was nothing compared to that experience!!
You and Drak examine each other closely. "Wow, your wings look sooo cute and cuddly now!!" Drak notices, jumping around excitedly like a hatchling. He shifts his claw and played with one of them, as if you'd just grown them. At least you weren't the only one who immatured.
With sudden self-conciousness, you tuck the twin, membranous structures under your robe. You sigh with relief, they were much easier to hide now. Someone would have to be extremely peeky if they noticed your wings!! But then again, people who knew magic could always find ways to be peeky!!
Once you organized all your spell books and robes, you headed for the edge of the forest. Remembering your fractured five years as a slave for Mylandia, you let out a smile. Maybe, you could finally have a proper childhood!!
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