"Dear Heavens!" He blurted out in shock.
Sion did not know how to react to the new change, he stood there, frozen, his mind desperately, trying to process everything that happened before and that was happening so far, he felt as though everything came crashing before him once again and his mind went blank due to the shock he received.
The mages before him looked at him, bewildered, wondering what was going on, for they were confused as to why he was so shocked, what had they seen that made them react that way.
They exchanged glances, knowing something must be wrong but they did not know what or how to approach the situation.
'This cannot be happening, how can this happen? I am not like this, how on earth did I become like this? Is this what she meant by chances? Is this what she meant by neutral?' He wondered as he stared at his reflection, bewildered, dazed, not moving an inch or saying anything.
'Is this some sort of cruel joke?' He wondered as he looked down at himself and swallowed as he raised his hand up, to see if he was just imagining things.
He poked his chest, which was had and sturdy, a fit body compared to his previous weak state, his eyes widened a bit, he felt it as well as a bit of pain, it was not a dream, he was not imagining it, it was real, all too real for his liking.
"Hmm... This is not so bad, but only if it was a dream or a game, however, this cannot be happening, someone please tell me this is a dream," He muttered.
"You do not just bodies overnight, it defies logic yet here I am, reality in its finest bloody moment," He mumbled under his breath, frustrated with his current predicament.
"What the hell is going on here? What is the meaning and why am I someone else now!" He said annoyed as he grappled at straws while trying to understand, what was going on with him.
Naturally, Sion would hesitate to even strike up a conversation with a girl, due to him being average-looking and weak, he had never even had a girlfriend before, a pure virgin young man, now in the body of what looked like that of a lean model, his predicament was indeed far too realistic.
His inner turmoil reached a new height as he panicked at the very sight before him, everything had changed, literally, it was not just his appearance, little did he know there was much more to come, much to his dismay.
"Someone, please tell me this is a prank, I would prefer it to be," He said.
"I am sorry, but we do not understand what is going on with you, this is not a prank," One of the mages commented.
At that moment, Sion felt as though a small hopeful bubble in his head had popped and he glared at the mage, who instantly stepped back.
He, once a young man with many dreams, found himself suddenly transformed into someone else, his entire identity stripped from him. It was something out of a dream, that might be considered a lot of men's fantasy if it weren't for the stark reality of it.
It seemed like a cruel twist of fate, or so he wished, but the truth was undeniable. He had no choice but to accept it, even though he had no idea how or where to start in embracing this new existence bestowed upon him by the gods, who seemed to have some sort of twisted sense of humor.
He looked at himself not knowing what more to do, but he knew that he could not change what happened, he could only try and move forward, try and make sense of everything and understand his current situation, he had to think carefully, he could not mess up anything or that would not end well for him.
He knew nothing about his surroundings, this new world, nor the people before him, he could not trust them easily, especially now that this was all happening to him, he did not know what to do and he felt lost, but one thing was for sure, he was now in a dangerous and unpredictable environment.
He could tell just by looking at those around him, that nothing was the same as where he came from, everything was different, there was magic, there were kings and queens, a place where it seemed as though only the strongest could stand above all, a place where he would not be able to survive being weak and he could not risk death again either, his reality was coming down on him like a harsh slap to one's face.
"I do not know what is going on here but this is taking up too much time, bring him to me, we have to get to the bottom of this, why was he of all people summonsed," The king said to the mages.
The mages nodded before exchanging glances and approaching Sion.
"As of now, you are a servant under the king, you were summoned here for a purpose which you are expected to fulfill," One of them said and he glanced at the king, whose eyes narrowed as he looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Servant? I need to relax. I need to think about what to do next before things get worse for me, in any way, I have to find a way out of this situation and why does he sound like he hates me?" He mumbled as he looked down.
His eyes widened as he realized what he was wearing, he was naked, the only thing covering the private parts of the body from the view of others, was the fog from the magic circle and the long silky hair flowing down the body.
"Restrain him," The king ordered and his eyes widened, he was in trouble.
"Run..." A voice in his head echoed within his ears as the fog from the magic circle got thicker and the people that were there gasped, wondering what was going on and the young king's crimson eyes narrowed.
Sion did not hesitate, he did not need anyone to tell him twice, he stripped one of the mages of his robe and wrapped it around his body, covering it, as he dashed out of the throne room, one thing clear in his mind, escape.