The Castle of the Capital of Quell was a fine building, built in the center of the thriving metropolis and surrounded by a river on three sides.
Agent Juvariel stood in the atrium of this castle, perfectly mimicking Eodor's appearance down to the last hair. Human bodies felt so light and airy to
him. He was almost worried that he'd float to the ceiling in this form. However, Juviriel had to admit that Eodor was an incredibly handsome being. He
wondered what direction Eodor's sexuality swung in and if he'd harbor any ill will towards him when this was all said and done.
To the Sorceress Igna, Juvariel was simply a shapeshifting pawn, serving as a body double while she worked her magic on the real prince in her tower.
What Igna didn't know was that Juvariel was an agent from the Worlds of Order. He was sent particularly to keep an eye on the realm of Quell, as his
world's scouts reported that the ambitious demon princess Astara had set her sights on this world next.
Juvariel wasn't here to protect Quell: his mission was to insure the demons did not gain any ground in the war against his race of golems. If that
meant parts of Quell had to be flash frozen into granite, so be it. The loss would be terrible, but even an eternity in stone was better than the horror
of mindless lust that awaited them should Astara take this world.
He continued to smile and greet politely. No one seemed to guess for a moment that Agent Juvariel was not Prince Eodor. Although the guards
seemed to be chatting nervously and rushing to other parts of the castle suddenly.
Juvariel walked up to one of them. "Pardon me for asking, but is something wrong?"
"Nothing, Prince Eodor, your highness," the guard saluted. "It seems our priests have forecasted the forming of a minor portal from the World of
Chaos within this city and close to this castle. We've dispatched our troops to deal with any interlopers that should come through." He glanced around
nervously. "Still makes me antsy when these portals are due to appear, though."
Juvariel smiled. "I'm sure we'll be fine."
***
Miggs felt the tingle over her body as she flew through the portal. The difference in air pressure caught her new wings by surprise and caused her to
tumble out onto a hard surface in a mess of scales, breasts, horns, wings and hair.
Bruised and still sore from the transformation, Miggs attempted to push herself off from the ground. Her left clawed hand scraped into a cobblestone
tile with surprising strength, while her other hand grabbed one of her bruised and sensitive new breasts.
Suddenly, a wall of sound hit her. She looked up.
There was a crowd of people in all directions--swarming back, abandoning stalls, pointing at her, screaming--in complete chaos. Miggs suddenly
felt exposed in her new body and sat up on her hoofed legs, covering her breasts with one arm and shielding her alien crotch with her remaining
hand, all while she wrapped her wings around her. These sudden movements seemed to terrify the crowd more, when suddenly a platoon of soldiers
armed with lightning-enchanted pikes surrounded her.
"This is the Magical Abnormality Control Squadron," shouted the female captain of the group. "We have you surrounded! Please return to your world
or turn yourself in. Otherwise, we are prepared to use force against you!"