Made by  Alterflane

It was then where Zelda asked Daren to place his own hands onto the hand molds, which surprised him for a few reasons. One was that, even if this ‘temple’ is small, it’s still an archeological wonder, and he was worried that he might damage something with a mere touch even if he doesn’t want to. Another was that it felt like a silly thing to do, especially something like that, and perhaps this is likely some kind of trap. And yet, the biggest reason of all was Zelda herself who asked for this, since she would often chastise him for going ahead without a sense of caution. To hear her, who often comments about her fears of her loved ones coming to harm, to do something that could trigger some kind of trap worried him.

Still, perhaps she did already check for traps and made sure that it was safe. Daren lifted up his hands and, slowly, implants them into the hand molds, which fits perfectly. But he doesn’t notice since a bright light emitted from the mold itself. Not to mention that somehow, with no source, the entire temple was covered in light. He looked around, seeing more engravings before looking back at Zelda, who was looking excited as if a theory was proven to be true.

Daren then blinked, noticing that the hand molds somehow felt smaller to his hands. Not to mention that his clothes felt tight to wear all of a sudden. He took a step back, only for his head to whack against the ceiling, and the realization hits him. He was growing.

<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>