When the riders came, you had wanted to stay and fight. After all, that’s what your people did. They stood their ground, and they fought to their last.
Your Aunty wasn’t having any of it. With haste she mixed a poultice that, when placed on your skin, should have hidden you from the eyes of the enemy.
In her rush she must have made some sort of mistake. Instead, you’ve been radically changed. Now you look….
This Prompt has been added to Writing Prompts for Fantasy Stories.