**What he found was a little girl, enthusiastically and energetically jostling him awake. There was something else, he felt different, somehow, his mind was his own, but his body was very different.**
Christov rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes and stumbled out of bed. He looked around blearilly for something to wear besides his bedclothes. He knew that he should be alarmed by change in his body but for some reason he wasn't. He was more concerned by the rumbling of his stomach.
**There was a robe near the end of the bed, fur lined and looking extremely warm. Christov was younger yes, and he noticed his body possessed none of his powers or abilities, and yet--sounds from within the house interrupted his thoughts, he could smell the aroma of food more strongly.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
He groggily looked down at his hands.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Girl - Come on, silly! Papa says breakfast is ready.
**Giggling, the small young girl ran out of the room quickly, now that her errand was accomplished.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.