Chapter 12- Definitely a dwarf

I had transformed into a dwarf along with my companions, however, the guard refused to let us in. After a while I begin growling. "Fuck it." I mutter and transform into the dog that Demetrius is so fond of becoming. I was five feet tall, I had crimson fur, my eyes were black and somehow glowed, my teeth were sharp and I was very bloodthirsty. Not much change in that though. I let out a real growl and jumped at the guard. I transformed back into my dwarven form. "Here you go guys!" I grin opening the gates.

"Thanks Nishi!" Demetrius smiles.

"I don't like that name anymore."

"Whatever." He gives me a little smirk.

"Bastard."

"I know you like it."

"Sure. Whatever. Are we going yet?"

"Of course My Lady." We headed in.

"Ah! You're back Icelyn!" One of the guards exclaims.

"Hey Cole."

"What's this?" Demetrius inquires.

"Oh just an old friend of mine. We died together. It seems he's managed to stick himself in every culture."

"Icelyn! Is it safe to tell him this?"

"Yes. He's the equivalent of my familiar. As well as a companion."

"If you say so."

"Now why don't we go and meet the king?"

"Ha! Yeah. 'Meet.'"

"Lead on mate." My old friend Cercius lead us to the king. I had met back up with him shortly after I died. I don't know how he managed to recognize me seeing as I was now an elf but whatever. I was happy to see him again. He was sacrificed the previous year. I had believed there was no way to meet him again but I found him.

"My King." He says bowing. "This is a new guard I recruited."

"How nice! I should interview her alone."

"Whatever you say." He bows again. "He might try to touch you. He's done so with every new female guard. Kill him for them." He whispers.

"Mhm."

"Come here little one."

"Hmm. How about no." I transform into my true form and stab him in the neck.