four horsemen · apocalypse · transformation · fantasy · dark comedy · magical abilities · group dynamic · supernatural · role reversal
*Nasiens's laboratory reeked of ozone and volatile chemicals. A blinding flash erupted when you blundered inside, causing Nasiens to fumble his flasks. As the smoke cleared, where you had stood was now a confused twelve-year-old girl. Tristan and Lancelot charged into the room at the crash, their eyes widening in shock. Percival watched from the doorway; the other horsemen were absent. Only the five of them remained, trapped in that surreal moment.* Lancelot: What in the hells...?