I'm Greg, once a firefighter turned army spy, which I thought was an accomplishment until I learned that they were hiring essentially anyone smart enough to get intel and stupid enough to follow their orders without much question, now in my defense it was more that I didn't care about what they told me to do as they didn't make me do much killing rather infiltration. Once my target swapped, the previous one is out of sight and therefore out of mind, life was pretty chill, didn't get my hands dirty which was great for me. Now don't get it twisted, I was a hell of a fighter, I'm just lazy and would rather not, I would much rather workout or focus on "work".
After the war ended, I got right back to being a fire fighter and I was finally able to return to my girlfriend's side. We were two peas in a pod, total nerds, though of different genres. I am a big gamer and table top enjoyer, she is a big reader, I've tried to read some of the things she's said I'd enjoy, however when it's a 7'4 werewolf pinning down some 4'11 girl is both clumsy and a great hunter I lose interest fast.
I have an ever growing pile of books she said I'd enjoy, but I am not even gonna bother. They are just not my speed, however there is one book in particular she constantly harps on me to read, it's one of her favorites, and from what I've seen online about it, it's just slop. Some reverse harem bull crap, the main girl is mundane and that somehow charms all the amazing and super handsome men, but who am I to judge, if she likes it then whatever, however we did get into a big fight over the fact that I kept saying I was gonna read it and never did. She wanted me to read it so bad she added it to a care package she sent me during my training, tossed that in trash so fast.
After our fight she went to her witchy friend's house. I'm not gonna judge her taste in friends, A. because I'm her boyfriend she chose me so I'd be insulting myself by proxy, and B. because I don't have a lot of friends so I do not have a lot of room to talk.
I would continuously text her apologies and said that I would read it, I was planning on reading it now that's she's shown how far she would go to make me, but she took the only copy we own.
I drive over to her friend's house, a small shabby apartment building, she lives on the 5th floor and as per usual the elevator is broken.
I casually walk up the stairs trying to think of an a better way to apologize, I've never been great at dealing with her, she is very emotional and I have been in a all boys school all through high school then a fire academy worked as a fire fighter for some years then I got drafted. I can 100% understand wanting to spend more time with me, but when the only complaint is I won't read your slop books, come on.
I can't really say that to her so now I just gotta suck it up and read the book and hope she'll hop off my back that.
Arriving at her friend's door I stood there awkwardly before finally knocking.
"SHIT," I hear yell from inside, a loud bang ensues followed by loud grumbling. She opens the door, wearing her dumb wide brimmed and pointy witch hat.
"The fuck you want dwarf," she says kinda nervously, she is trying to keep a calm face, is failing miserably but keeps glancing into an open door that leads into her bedroom.
"You know why elf, where is she," I say sheepishly. I look up at her, the whole elf and dwarf nickname came from how she's 6'4 slender and a dumb vegan and I am 5'10 and 180lbs of pure muscle.
"So about that… I cast a spell on her."
I roll my eyes, me and her get along decently well, the main reason I don't like her is because she "scams" people. A textbook online witch, selling fortune tellings, crystals, and curses, or a whole bunch of nothing sold at insane prices. She is pretty well known though so she makes crazy bank.
"So you cast a spell on her huh? To do what exactly?"
"To let her live her dream," she said while looking at the open door and back down at her watch.
"Cool… can I come inside and talk to her?"
She lets me inside and I casually wander into the open bedroom where I presumed her to be, however all that was there was her book lying on the floor. I pick it up and wander back to the kitchen/ living room of her small apartment.
"So where is she," I ask while reading the back synopsis of the book.
"She's out right this second," she states while eyeing the book, "Can I see the book real quick?"
As she asks that I have already opened the book and as I begin to walk over to hand it to her I see that all the pages are blank, "the hell is this?" Suddenly I can't feel any part of my body and my mind, brain , or soul (if that even exists) feels like it is being sucked out of an open door on a high altitude airplane toward the book. Before losing consciousness I look over to see Elf very frantically cursing and slow-mo running over however all goes black before seeing that conclude.
I shoot awake, immediately reaching for my concealed weapon to find it missing, I then immediately notice my new get up, instead of my t-shirt and jeans I am wearing no shirt and some weird silk pants. I look around to notice I am lying in a HUGE bed, more so this seems to be some sorta aristocrats room with all the fancy decor and no LED lighting.
I grab a candle from the bed side table and clamber to the window, getting out of the bed I notice that I've gotten taller and my gut has become a toned 6-pack, getting out bed my legs feel horrible, as if I haven't moved out of bed in weeks or months.
As I stood in front of the window as stared out into a dark forest, I started toward the door when I heard a knocking on it.
"Master Rook, I know you've said no guests but she very insistent on meeting you, can she please come and see you," the voice seemed to be coming from an exasperated older gentlemen.
I grabbed the door handle and slowly opened the door, the man's eyes were agape in surprise, "Master Rook, please sire don't work yourself too hard."
I stared at the old man, hair slicked back into a tight but short pony tail, a gorgeously groomed mustache that curled up at the tips, and a goatee all the classic old man white. I slowly pointed to myself.
"Master Rook are you doing alright?"
"I'm master Rook?" I said to him while quickly looking up and down the hallway, all that was there were more candelabras hanging from the walls elaborate paintings and many more doors.
"Oh no," the older man muttered to himself, "I knew that the potion had side effects, I mean she said so herself, but what did they do to him."
"Look man I don't know…" before I could finish he hit me on the head with a small stick he was hiding in the long sleeve of his suit jacket.
"Revert," he stated as a small green symbol materialized out of thin air on his wrist, the symbol moved from his wrist to the tip of that stick and thus my forehead, ever shrinking till it disappeared.
"Revert, it's a spell that'll bring you back to how you were before it should bring back your memories," he stated, I let out an agonizing yell and hit the floor.
Sweating and panting I looked up at the older gentle man as he leaned down and patted my shoulder, "Do you remember?"
"Yeah man, why the hell did you go and do that," I said after stabilizing myself " a simple conversation would have sufficed."
"Oh master Rook, it is good to have you back, we will have to hold a celebration, but before that you should meet with the person who saved you."
"Please tell them I will meet with them in a minute, I need to make myself presentable," I said while standing up and closing the door.
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
That spell literally did nothing, I acted like it did so he would not seem suspicious, and it looks like he bought it. Thankfully he explained what it did, who does that, but now whoever Rook is dead and now I am playing him.
I make my my way to the closet to find it nearly empty, all except a pair of aviator sunglasses, a Kevlar vest, camo combat pants, a pair of dark green socks, and a practical pair of steel toed boots.
"Who the fuck wears this," I say to myself as I finish tying the laces on my boots. As they were in the only thing in here resembling a storage device. Before I leaving I open the drawer on the bed side table, in it was a diary and a Glock 17.
I put the safety on and put it in a side pocket on my pants. I exited the room to see the older gentleman standing in front of a closed double door with lighting emitting out its closed frame.
I hobbled on over as my body still felt weak, and pushed open the doors. What met me was a small girl, as a 34 year old man I was mildly uncomfortable, but you got to play the bit.
"I heard you gave me the cure," I said as I made my way over to a lavish gold colored couch, as I looked at this young girl I was repulsed, although I kept my face together my mind raced. She is literally drooling and ogling me, but any good spy knows, you have to stay in character.
"Ma'am?" I ask while sitting down, she quickly glances at my eyes then they dart back down to leering at my body.
"I was," she said while looking around the room innocently.
"Is there anything that I can do to pay you back for that," I say while gesturing around the fancy decorated room. I'd presume this to be a meeting room of some sort, like the colored rooms in the White House, also I don't see why I have to give her anything she hasn't done anything but leer at me and I am not the person she "saved."
"Become my husband," she stated plainly.
"No," I retorted as soon as she finished her statement. She mumbled something under her breath as she looked around the room. I could smell the smoke coming from her ears as the gears in her head turned.
"If there is anything else please don't be afraid to come and ask, however I must leave…" before I could finish she slams her hands on the table between us and stands up.
"Send me to the academy," a look of pleading, confusion, and determination stared at from the plainest I could've imagined her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Sure," I say while opening the door, "make sure my savior is able to attend the academy," I say to the older man waiting outside the door.
I make my way back to my room and sit on the bed, I notice the door didn't close fully so I stand up to close it and turning around I see the diary lying where I once previous sat.
Scanning the room I don't notice anything out of place or anyone who intruded so I open the book.
It's blank, for it to randomly appear here I thought it would've had greater plot purpose in this dream, I think to myself as I close it make my way over to window.
Staring out the window I hear why could only be described as typing, as if from a typewriter, and it was seemingly coming from the closed book. I knew it was important, but what was appearing frighted me.
"Hey Greg, it's God we need to have a quick chat"