Adrian lay flat on the cold, damp cobblestones of the alleyway, the heavy aura of dark purple magic slowly dissipating into the night air.
For several agonizing seconds, total stillness gripped his limbs before he finally stirred, his eyelashes fluttering as he forced his eyes open to a world that suddenly felt distinctly altered.
The surrounding stone walls seemed taller, the air felt lighter, and her own physical frame felt jarringly unfamiliar.
Groaning softly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Ouch... my head..." He muttered, wincing as a sharp throb echoed behind her temples.
The voice that left her throat was wrong. Soft. Higher. Smooth in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She froze mid-sentence, eyes widening.
He paused, freezing mid-motion. His voice didn't crack or rasp like it used to; instead, it rang out with a smooth, naturally soothing, melodic feminine pitch.
