Kaydreamer
Lyrique looked at her hands, confused. They were larger. Dark. Lancelin was equally confused.
Lyrique looked up, and looked into a mirror. "What the- !" she said, then stopped, stunned. Her voice came out deep, smooth; just like the voice of the boy who should have been standing in front of her, where her doppelgänger stood.
"Again."
Lyrique winced as the dreaded word hit her ears. Her muscles felt like they were burning. Burning! She lay on the ground with what seemed like the weight of a thousand tonnes on her every limb, holding her there.
He stood, waving the sign above his head in anger. All around him the world was exploding. Flames licked the sides of buildings, leaving sooty marks and scorches on the brick. Glass few like fireflies, leaping from shop windows as though the shards were fleeing from the rocks as they impacted. The world’s gone mad, they said. The world is ending. Perhaps they were right, perhaps these were the end days. But damned if he wasn’t going down without a fight.