"Stop you, thief!" Benjamin was your classic lowly thief, just stealing to get by. One day, however, a little heist of his went wrong, and he found himself getting chased by the knights. Man, these guys were persistent. Benjamin couldn't shake these guys, even as he ran into the forest. It was there he found the spring.
The thief didn't want to spend any more time in prison, so he leaped into the pond to escape. That was when something unexpected happened. It was like the water was swirling around him. How was this happening?! This was only a pond, not the ocean. Yet the current became more violent, almost like it was stretching him, pulling him apart at every angle. Benjamin was starting to black out; was this how he'll die? No! He couldn't die here! By pure stubbornest, Benjamin somehow managed to swim back to the surface.
Unsurprisingly, once Benjamin surfaced, he began coughing and gasping for air. He had fully accepted that the knights would surround him as he recovered, but to his surprise, none came. How strange did the knights just give up? However, Benjamin didn't dwell on that oddity for too long as another had caught his attention. His clothes were different! He was no longer wearing the dirty rags he called clothes, but now they were clothes he had never seen before. Some weird-looking shoes, loose-fitting slacks, and a sleeveless top.
"Huh? Wait a minute, these aren't my arms! Wait, that ain't my voice!" His voice was deeper than he remembered and also in a different accent that he'd never heard before in his life. Then there were his arms. They used to look like they belonged to a scarecrow, but now they looked like they belonged to one of the knights. Benjamin felt his new arms; they were rock solid. Then he felt the rest of his body to find it felt the same. He now had shoulders that were wide enough to intimidate a bandit. Pecs meatier than the mercenaries he saw showing them at the tavern. A core that could probably bounce off arrows and strong legs that could kick down the castle draw bridge.
Before he could process all of this, the transformed man started to get a tiny headache. New memories were starting to seep into his brain. The first thing he learned was that he was no longer Benjamin, the thief but Hanzo, the Ninja. Honestly, this was all very overwhelming to process, but Benjamin, or rather Hanzo, didn't mind all this happening. Before, he was starving on the streets, risking his life just to eat. Now, however, he was a Ninja. Sure his memories didn't tell him exactly what a ninja did yet, but he was now quick, strong, and deadly. Not to mention well-fed if his body was anything to go by.
Exiting the forest, Hanzo was met with an unfamiliar landscape. Clearly, he wasn't in Abar anymore. Slowly, more memories started to trickle into Hanzo's brain. It told him he should probably get back to his master soon, less he gets worried.
"Well, I better hurry back." Hanzo sprinted towards a tower near the horizon, rushing eagerly into his new life.