By cana
"What dark fate do you have in store for me Mazara? I prefer to know what it is that you have in mind for me." Sir Garrett spoke calmly. He refused to give in to fear. He watched the bemused face of Mazara contemplate whether letting him know his fate would be worse with the dread of waiting.
Mazara's smile grew as she spoke, "I think it might be the least I can offer you. I plan to rid of your strength and ability to oppose the King. After I am through with you all you will be is a docile plaything for whoever King Emeril decides to give you to as a prize. He graciously let me decide the form and persona that you take as your own. The only sad part of the final process you won't remember yourself. I wish to thank you for ridding the kingdom of so many enemies, without you the King wouldn't have as strong a position as he has today. Now let us begin." Mazara lifted a talisman with a sapphire star shaped stone in the middle. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she faced it at the paladin and began to speak esoteric words that held no meaning to the audience before her. But captivated all save the strong willed paladin.
The paladin's wrists shrank freeing him from the constraint of the shackles on his wrists. He slipped loose of them and grabbed the sword from a mesmerized Captain Burgos. Sir Garrett began running not looking back to see if any pursued him. His wrong began to weigh heavily on him so he sheathed the sword and began releasing the straps that held the armor on. The paladin heard no pursuit running through the metal doors that Mazara failed to shut only the continued chanting of the evil mage. He spent no time contemplating the odd behavior as he removed the heavy armor from is obviously diminished form. He grabbed the sword and began to rush away in bare feet. His feet slapped against the cold stone as he ran down the shadowy corridor. He made his way to a secret passage that he learned of as a child training to be in the order of the silver griffin.
A silver griffin hung on the wall in the rarely used hallway the reached up and pressed the eyes causing a clicking noise the wall opened up to a dark tunnel. Through the eyes of a griffin it would be revealed. A tunnel that once led to the former residence of the order so they would always be close at hand for King's call. Now a forgotten place to all but a few veteran knights with a love for history. He sealed the door back up once inside leaving no trail for any to pursue him. He grabbed the lantern from the wall and said, "Lantern light my way." The crystal lit up with a soft white glow. He smiled that the stories from his childhood about secret places and commands for magical lanterns suddenly became so useful.
Sir Garrett hoped that the magic that had been done to him could be undone. He feared that magic hadn't finished its work. Feeling safe he assessed the damage done to him. His looked scrawny with none of his brawny figure showing through. He suddenly felt a pulling in his groin his manhood shrank until it pulled into his body. An opening formed in its place. A twisting in his stomach began as something seemed to shift inside him. Sir Garrett began to probe the newly formed pussy sending a tingle throughout his body. A wetness leaked down his leg as he rubbed his moist vagina. Remembering himself he reluctantly pulled his hand away from the new joy he found.
Sir Garrett focused on his training and the oath he took as a paladin. King Emeril needed to be deposed and self pleasure wouldn't help. He trembled at the thought of what Mazara's vile curse was doing to him. He fixed his pants the best he could and began making his way again.
