Darkside Resurrection

     Samraat Tigris was sitting on his gold throne in his gold castle almost dozing off. At first glance during the day he might seem like a normal human being. There was nothing out of the ordinary about his black hair or brown eyes in daylight, but all of that changed once the sun set.  He was a changeling; a wizard that changes into an animal at dusk. On this particular evening it was around 7pm. The sun had just set, so he was in his giant white tiger form. It was still quite early for him. His giant white head was drooping to one side when the doors to his throne room were thrown open. A cheetah raced into the room. He was running so fast that he slid right into the wall next to Sam’s chair, knocking a vase from the shelf. Sam woke up to the vase shattering over his head and the guards jumping to their feet at the sound of the commotion. He recognized the cheetah just in time. It was James; one of the changeling messengers that lived in the city.

     “Stop! Do not harm him.” The guards quickly backed away and sat down in front of Sam’s throne. He waved his paw and the vase was back to normal on the shelf. “What is wrong?” He could tell James was in a considerable amount of shock; something terrible must have happened.