"My Lord, I have no clue who these mortals are. Why are they-"

"These four mortals are the key to saving my Realm!" the King of the Amethyst Court bellowed. "They seem to know you, so you better get them comfortable with their new role as Protectors of this land! Oh, and don't out yourself as an Amethyst Courtier to these mortals."

I bowed slightly. "Of course, My Lord. But mortals? Truly?"

"Yes. Now go, before I send you to that one part of my Realm that you recently got for me. You know, the one that the thermostat is broken?"

"Right away."

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I looked at the mortals, shaking my head slightly. Fragile beings. I still do not understand why my Lord chose these weaklings to save these lands. The war that the Crimson Queen began with Znanel is an immortal matter, to be dealt with the Blood-Knights and the Knower-Keepers.

"Wow, Isoth! You got to talk face-to-face with the god of this place?" a sad looking girl with her hair dyed a powder blue walked up to me. Marienne, I think her name is.

A young man with mousey brown hair was the next to bombard me with his energy. "What did he say? I know we are meant to save this realm but-"

"SILENCE, FOOL!" my voice shook crystalline purple leaves off of the tree. "We are all to choose how we want to look in this realm. Man, Mer, Beast, Manbeast, Mermanbeast, whatever. Just choose, and choose quickly. The forces of Znanel are upon us."

Another young man, but with short blond hair, looked up from his book. "Wood elf."

Immediately, he grew shorter, his features turning more angular and wood-tinged.

Marienne was in awe. "Silas, who knew you would look so good like that!"

The mouse haired male jumped up and down. "Can I be Mousefolk?"

Much like how Silas became as he is now, so did this male.

"Way to go, Benji," the last mortal clapped slowly. "Way to out yourself."

Benji pouted. "What about you, Myata? What will you be?

Myata looked up at the sky. "Make me into a powerful warrior. With a sword. I like swords a lot."

"A mortal after my own heart," I smiled as the androgynous form became their desired self. "Now, Marienne, what do you want to be?"

"I liked Myata's idea. Something like that?" Her transformation started. "Only less swords, and more magic, please."

Benji twitched his ears in my direction. "Isoth, what about you? What will you be?"

"In my fucking armor is what I'll be," I started marching southwards towards my domicile. "And that's what you lot had better start considering, too. Light, medium, or heavy. Or unarmored and let your guts feed the wildlife for all I care."