SHADOW OF KNOWLEDGE

The morning sun struggled to pierce the thick clouds as Eldric—still in his female form—stepped out into the quiet village. Mist clung to the ground, swirling around his feet. His reflection in a puddle showed a face both strange and familiar—soft features, wide eyes, hair cascading over his shoulders. It was surreal, but he had no choice but to adapt.

Seven days !

The thought echoed in his mind. He’d better make every moment count.

He made his way toward the village square, where an old man sat beside a crackling fire, smoking a pipe. His face was deeply lined, but his eyes held a quiet wisdom. When he looked up, he studied Eldric carefully.

“You look like you’ve seen the sands of time,” the elder said with a gentle smile. “Come, sit with me.”

Eldric hesitated but obeyed, lowering himself on a nearby stone. He felt strange—his body was unfamiliar, softer, more delicate than before. Every movement felt new, strange. He was still trying to get used to this form.

“I need to learn about this place,” Eldric said softly. “And… about myself. I don’t know how to control this body or the magic I might have.”

The elder nodded knowingly.

“This land is old, full of secrets. Magic here is tied to the land, the spirits, and your own spirit. You must understand your new vessel first—your body and your mind—they are one.”

He studied Eldric carefully, then reached into his satchel and pulled out a small, weathered book. The elder’s eyes sparkled.

“This is the old magic of Eldoria. It’s not like your world. Here, magic is a living thing—connected to everything around us.”

Eldric leaned in, eager.

“Can I learn to control it? To do more than just flicker light?”

The elder chuckled softly.

“You’re new, so start simple. First, you need to understand your body. How does it feel? Any pain? Or strength?”

Eldric hesitated, touching his arm.

“It’s… strange. Softer. More sensitive. But I don’t know how to use this body, or if I can do magic with it.”

The elder nodded again, eyes kind but knowing.

“In Eldoria, the body and spirit are bound. The more you understand yourself, the more control you gain. Focus. Feel your magic—your energy—inside you.”

He paused, then added softly, “Your first step is to accept this form. Only then can you start to manipulate the magic.”

Eldric closed his eyes, trying to connect with his new self. He envisioned a faint glow emanating from within, a spark of power. Slowly, a small orb of shimmering light appeared in his palm.

“Whoa,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I did that?”

The elder smiled.

“Yes. You have potential. But remember—this magic is tied to your spirit. The more you understand yourself, the more control you’ll have.”

Eldric looked at the glowing orb, then at his reflection. His body was unfamiliar—yet there was a strange comfort in the new form. He had only begun to scratch the surface of what was possible.

“Seven days,” he whispered again. “I need to learn everything I can in this time.”

He stood up, feeling both nervous and determined. The elder pointed toward the bustling market street nearby.

“First, buy some proper clothes. You’ll need to blend in and move freely. Then, come back. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you a few more spells—simple ones that can help you survive.”

Eldric nodded, heading toward the market with purpose. The streets buzzed with life—merchants hawking strange fabrics, glowing stones, and arcane trinkets. He finally found a cloth merchant, an older woman with kind eyes.

“Looking for something suitable, traveler?” she asked, eyeing him with curiosity.

“Yes,” Eldric answered, trying to sound confident. “Something light, comfortable, and fitting for… a woman.”

She smiled and handed him a bundle of silk and fine fabrics.

“Here. This should suit you. And I can add charms for protection if you wish.”

He paid her, feeling a strange sense of relief. The clothes were soft, flowing, and elegant—nothing like the rough cloak he’d worn earlier. He slipped back to the inn, clutching his new attire.

Inside, the elder was waiting, a faint smile on his face.

“Good. Now, let’s see your body,” he said, inspecting him carefully.

Eldric closed his eyes, focusing. He tried to sense the magic within him, calling it forth. A faint glow flickered in his palms—an instinctive spark. He felt the energy pulse, connecting him to this new form.

“You’re still raw,” the elder said. “But you’ve got potential. Let’s try a simple spell—something that can help you in a fight or to defend yourself.”

He recited a few words in the ancient tongue. A tiny orb of shimmering light appeared in his hand.

“That’s… incredible,” Eldric breathed, eyes wide. “I did that?”

The elder nodded.

“Yes. But remember—control comes with understanding. Your body is linked to your spirit. The more you learn about yourself, the more powerful you’ll become.”

Eldric looked at the glowing orb, then at his reflection again. His new form felt strange, but he was beginning to grasp that it was also a tool. A weapon.

“Seven days,” he whispered, clutching the orb tightly. “I have to master this. Every second counts.”

Night fell, and Eldric prepared himself for what lay ahead—training, learning, and unraveling the secrets of Eldoria’s magic. This was only the beginning.

As the night settled deeper, Eldric sat on the edge of the small bed, the glow of the magic orb still shimmering faintly in his palm. His breathing grew heavier, each breath ragged with a strange mixture of anxiety and newfound awareness.

He looked down at his body—at the soft curves of his chest, the delicate weight of his breasts, and the gentle rise and fall of his abdomen. It was as if every part of him was magnified, alive with sensation. He always wanted to play with her sister's breast , but never thought he will be one day transform into a female body .

When he moved, he felt the subtle shift of flesh and bone, and the unfamiliar heaviness that came with his new form.

The female body is very delicate and sensitive

His skin tingled with a heightened sensitivity, every touch, every breeze, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability. He could feel the pounding of his heart, the rapid flutter of his pulse—each beat echoing louder in his ears.

A strange heat blossomed inside him, tightening his chest, making his breath catch. The unfamiliar weight of his breasts pressed against his chest, stirring a confusing mix of embarrassment, awe, and primal instinct.

He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself, but the overwhelming sensations threatened to drown him. The body that was once familiar now felt like a new, delicate weapon—one that he had to learn to wield, to understand, and to accept.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***