"Hurry up, my dear. If not for your performance on the examination... and at first, The family wanted to object to this idea…."
Sighed,
"You and your best friend are in the same childish frequency of mind eh?"
The mother—known as the Dark Human Queen—stood with her youngest son, a teenager, before one of the only last Royal Dark Acolytes.
The youngest Dark Prince, was hidden behind a wall, out of sight.
The Queen then placed her left hand on her forehead, closed her eyes, and rested her right hand on her waist.
"Still, a little prank won't hurt. We admit... I think it will be fun to see his reaction too. You both might be childish for your age, but I'll admit—you two are entertaining."
She opened her eyes again and extended her left hand slightly forward in an open gesture, as if surrendering to whatever her beloved child wanted.
"That's why your oldest brother doesn't want you to step up. He's too kind to you," the Queen said with a smile, her voice holding a sigh.
The Dark Queen stood gracefully in her modest yet stylish royal dress.
Her child, the Young Prince, wanted to prank his childhood best friend—the youngest descendant on one of the Hero's lineage—by disguising himself as a girl.
Since they finally reached the truce and peace era after countless years of Humanity suffering. Although monsters creatures still remain, but it's been better than it used to be.
More than a century ago, the Dark Lord—the strongest of all Dark Humans during that time as he was the chosen one, true ruler.
The Dark Human, A race most considered demonic, demon human—declared peace with the other branches of humankind. After centuries of endless conflict, one of the child, the future Dark Lord realized it had to end. Almost all of his kind had been banished or killed by that point.
So, years later after the death of previous ruler and his awakening, he ascended the throne, he forged a truce to ensure that the Dark Humans would not go extinct, to ensure no more souls were to succumb from mindless war again.
Only chosen males Dark Human—those chosen by natural forces—will become the True Ruler or The Saviour.
Since Dark Humans have lifespans similar to regular humans, sloghtly longer than average, few have ruled over the centuries. The darkest eras for the Dark Human Race came when incapable ruler seized the throne and the chosen male didn't awaken their potential.
Despite the truce, slanders spread—people claiming the Dark Lord had "surrendered" rather than made peace, saying they're no more than weak. He paid them no mind, he alone can stands against countless enemies, but he already gone tired with the war.
The lies never fully vanished, but as long as peace held with each successive ruler, he was content. 99% of the Dark Human population and nobility vanished, leaving only him, a few nobles, and scattered commoners.
It wasn't his doing. He had come to power only after it had already happened—and immediately declared peace. Hoping for the best, despite the wrongdoings of his ancestors
Now, more than a century later...
The Dark Acolyte spoke to the Young Prince, though the prince's voice remained somehow inaudible.
"Urm—Thy Highness, art thou certain?..."
The acolyte raised a brow in confusion.
"Very well then, turn off thy divine self-protection, that I might use this spell to alter thy body a little."
The Dark Acolyte relaxed his posture.
"But, Thy Highness, even if thou turn'st it off, to manipulate thy form a little be nigh impossible, for thy soul and body are shielded by the Divine power of the Dark."
"Mayhap a slight alteration in appearance might work? Perchance longer hair? Doth such a spell or magic exist?"
He paused, his expression thoughtful.
"But, Thy Highness, would it not be easier to purchase a wig?"
"Would it not be awkward should others see thee thus?? Might I suggest requesting another servant?"
"Aye—Thou art right, 'tis easier this way, I suppose?"
The Young Prince who's hidden answered, but not a single sound can be heard from him, only the voice of the Dark Acolyte.
The Acolyte let out a small giggle, glancing at the wall that hid the Dark Prince,
"—I beg pardon! I shall not ask again. Now, let me peruse this..."
"Urm, it seems there be no such spell to render one's appearance girlish in the history of Dark spells..."
Determined to serve the royal, he continued.
"Oh, but there is one!"
He smiled as if having found a treasure.
"It is more difficult to read, though... 'Tis written in the old tongue. I can decipher the spell, though its description be somewhat abstract. Let me first read the description..."
He began reading the archaic language, but time was short.
"Forgive me, Thy Highness! We have little time to visit the central city, I hath forgotten! Very well, let me handle it. Be sure to turn thy divine self-protection back on once the task is done!"
The old Dark Acolyte began casting the spell on the unseen figure behind the wall. A radiant oval-shaped light enveloped the hidden figure, its brightness briefly blinding the Acolyte.
The Queen watched with fascination—but suddenly, the same oval of light surrounded her, blinding her too.
Then, all sound vanished from the room—as if the space itself had turned into a vacuum.
The oval light around the Young Prince shrank beyond the atomic scale in an instant, forming a tiny bean-like speck—while the Queen's light, size and shape remained as it is.
A beam of energy formed between the two lights.
Then, a vision emerged:
A soul—reshaped from a previous, unknown one—took on the form of a girl.
Then—
Thread-like structures in the shape of an X moved from the Queen's Oval Light to the Young Prince's, entering a space where another X-shaped thread already existed.
Accompanying it was a smaller, distinct structure—half its size—with a long and short arm, separated by a centromere: a Y-shaped.
This Y was surrounded by a faint, nearly invisible very intense but not active dark energy.
What was it?
Soon, the foreign X entered the unknown space, destabilizing it. Out of nowhere, the Y-shaped thread began breaking—piece by piece—into fine fragments. But instead of vanishing, it fused with both the native and foreign X-shaped threads.
The result: two unique X-shaped threads remained, each surrounded by dark energy—though less than the Y had once held, since it got split into half for each one.
This triggered a cascade of connections—new ones, and renewed old ones.
The bean-like light rapidly grew, passing through multiple stages until it resembled an embryo, and then, in mere moments, grew into the child's original size. Now, the light revealed a girl's form—an inverted triangle body shape—for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a dark shockwave—moving faster than the speed of light—erupted from the Prince's original body and spread across the Earth, the solar system, the galaxy, and the universe... continuing beyond.
The shockwave caused a momentary blackout after it hit each of its destination.
The existence of sound gradually returned to the room, as though it had been pulled back from the vacuum of space. The only sound that could be heard was an intense ringing, which slowly faded away.
The Queen and the Dark Acolyte began to regain their vision, blinded moments before.
The Dark Acolyte uncovered his eyes, which he had shielded with his hand, while the Queen slowly opened her eyes, confused by what had just happened.
Before them, the Oval Light—still containing the Young Prince—pulsated, its final stage having passed. The Oval emitted a melodic sound, like an ancient fairytale being sung.
Then, the light began to dim and dissipate, revealing the Young Prince.
The transformation was undeniable. The Prince now had slightly longer hair, thicker eyelashes and eyebrows, smoother skin etc.
Feminine characteristics, such as the softness of his face and the gentleness of his features, blended with his more masculine traits: a defined jawline and bold, curly eyelashes. His overall appearance was balanced with both dimorphism, creating a striking harmony.
The Queen and the Dark Acolyte were in awe of what they thought was a simple spell.
"Impressive! For a mere disguising spell, the transformation is really convincing!" the Queen remarked, giving the Dark Acolyte a compliment.
The Acolyte smiled, humbly accepting her praise.
They both turned their gaze back to the Young Prince, now standing in modest royal attire that seemed more fitting for a girl than a boy.
The Queen raised an eyebrow, extending her hands toward the Young Prince in a gesture of awe.
"I've been really wanted a single girl too, but all of them turned out to be boys."
"Guess my youngest prince is a princess now!" she laughed, the tone lighthearted despite the unusual situation.
Both the Queen and the Acolyte chuckled for a moment, sharing a brief, amused glance.
Then the Acolyte, hesitated before speaking again.
"Thy Highness, I ne'er expected it to work. The text was hard to decipher, but… it seemeth the spell hath succeeded! But, let us compare it to the Prince's former visage—"
"Wait—"
Both of them froze, suddenly filled with confusion and unease.
"How did he used to look?"
The Queen asked.
The Queen, her hands hovering above her head in a questioning gesture, continued, "How did he used to sound? I... I can remember his words, but neither his voice nor his looks… everything!"
The Dark Acolyte was just as perplexed, his face reflecting the Queen's confusion. They both remembered everything about the Prince—his words, his mannerisms,
But— his appearance, his voice, even his scent—everything had vanished from their minds.
Still in shock, the Young Prince—now… a Young Princess—finally opened her pitch-black eyes, each of her oval pupil encircled by a ring of white (The characteristics of A Dark Human Race)
The Queen stood up, a mix of worry and awe on her face, while the Dark Acolyte readied himself, prepared for any possible outcome.
The Young Princess opened her mouth, poised to speak her first words, as both the Queen and the Acolyte braced for whatever might happen next.