His body felt wrong. smaller. lighter. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled to a puddle reflecting moonlight. The face staring back wasn't his own.
a child.
Maybe eight years old
pale-skinned, with shoulder-length waves of purple hair and glowing crimson eyes.
Theo's breath was caught "...what the hell?"
A name began to surface in his mind like an old memory
Ezekiel
The forest pressed in from every side
ancient, black-barked trees knitted together by hanging moss, their branches blotting out most of the stars.
Ezekiel hugged himself against the chill. His thin shirt and boots,clearly meant for a child ,gave little protection rom the cold night air.
the ground sloped downward, soon a narrow track appeared, half-swallowed by the roots. He followed it by instinct, heart pounding, ears straining for sounds
a rushing river?wolves?footsteps?
The path ended at a crooked stone cottage crouched among the trees like an animal ready to spring. Its roof sagged, and its chimney bled faint wisps of smoke into the night. Someone had lived here recently. Or still did
ezekiel hesitated at the door. He was seven or at least, this body was but his mind was still Theo's, filled with adult anxirties. Every instinct screamed
dont go in.
But the cold was worse that fear. He pushed on the door
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