Lord of Regression

Chapter 1
Lord of Regression

Walking across the murky Liurnia of the Lakes, you ready yourself for battle. For weeks you’ve been fighting your way across the Lands Between on your journey to become the Elden Lord and the toughest battle has yet to come. Janus the Chronomancer has control of time itself so careful planning and trickery will be needed to take him down, particularly with the help of his partner, Blaidd. Standing a good three feet taller than yourself, the Half-Wolf will provide a perfect distraction for you to manipulate.

“Are you ready to fight sword and fang, my friend?” Blaidd said, looking down at you. The half-wolf has a very caring soul, and you hoped after your goal had been achieved, you two would retain a close friendship.

Closing in on the destination, you notice the signs of Janus’ influence. Once large trees had shrunk into tiny saplings and ruins strewn across the area with the effects of hundreds of years of erosion having occurred in a manner of days. You need to put an end to him before his power effects the entire land. You finally come across the cave in which Janus resides in and comes across the golden wall of mist, the last barrier before this battle.

Blaidd entered the area first, to get the attention of Janus, while you cast a stealth spell on yourself. After waiting some time, you enter in there as well, and see Janus and Blaidd locked in the heat of battle. Sneaking towards the two, unnoticed by Janus, you could see Blaidd was in trouble. The mage was about to cast a final spell, one that would almost assuredly bring the end to your friend. Escaping your spell of stealth, you draw your sword and bring it through the heart of the villain, stopping him in his tracks. Bringing back your sword, with one last swing you pass it clear through his neck, decapitating Janus, and showering his silver blood all over you.

While taking in the rush of victory you feel a massive weight off your shoulders, both figuratively and literally. You also heard Baidd laughing and realized that he was laughing at you.

“You look quite funny, my friend” the half-wolf chuckled. You had no clue what he was talking about until you looked down and realized what you were now wearing. No longer did you have your shiny plate armor, but they had morphed into a cloth garb, joining together between your legs. Your mighty sword had now become a colorful stick, which makes a rattling sound when shook. Worst of all, your undergarments had thickened and poofed out to a comical size, forcing every movement to have a pronounced waddle to it.

“Thish isn’t what it wooks wike!” you pleaded, shocked at the pronounced lisp that you now have. It must be the blood that you are covered in! Looking around for a place to wash it off of you, you feel an extreme weakness overcome you. Looking at Blaidd for help, you notice that he now feels even taller than he once seemed. Were you shrinking? No, you were getting younger, and this was Janus’ last curse on this world, one that was only going to affect you.

The changes were getting more drastic now, and you were having trouble staying standing up and your height was falling faster and faster. You were also having trouble thinking straight, with every thought becoming blurrier and you couldn’t keep your concentration. At this point you were the size of a mere toddler, a fraction of the man you once were. You were also losing your motor controls with the new body you were trapped in not doing what you wanted it. Feeling a growing pressure in your midsection, one of the last “adult” actions you take is to push hard, clearing up this pressure, and alleviating any pain and confusion you had left from this transformation.

“This is quite the predicament we’ve gotten ourselves into, friend.” Blaidd said, bending down to pick you up. “With your last actions as an adult you saved my life, so I shall ensure to protect and raise you for the rest of yours. But first things first, it smells like we have a stinky little Tarnished I need to take care of.” Blaidd chuckled, heading back to your home, victorious in the battle.

All you could do was giggle as you could no longer understand a word the big wolfy was saying. Memories of your past life were fading quickly, being replaced by the bliss of a childlike wonder. With your last thought before the beginning of your next babyhood you looked up at the guardian carrying you. With a smile, you nuzzle your head into his furry shoulder and accepted who he was: “Daddy”.