Rudeus Greyrat's job was a simple one; tutor the illustrious granddaughter of the Lord of Fittoa in order to earn himself enough money to enroll alongside his childhood friend at the Ranoa Magic Academy. Partly because of self interest while also being way too eager to shape the path she would take…

Just like how a certain being had plans in mind for the prodigal young boy holding the soul of someone not from this world. In other timelines, Rudeus would have fared better, but in this particular one, Hitogami was in no mood for games or mercy, hatching a plot in an effort to prevent the future he had foreseen from coming true. And what better opportunity than a senseless ploy to get Eris Greyrat eager to study and learn? Just one or two strings to pull, and he'd easily have things swaying to his tune.

The moment where the feisty redhead would awaken to find herself alone in a dark, moldy storage room alongside Rudeus would never come to pass, with the Greyrat boy awakening elsewhere altogether, far from the agreed meeting point and in a terrible predicament. After planting a good memory or two about the location of long forgotten magics in the mind of the gang's ringleader, it didn't take long for the former grunts to…change up the schedule, so to speak.

Derived from the long lost Dragon Tribe, the magic Hitogami had bestowed upon the lowlifes entombed within an ancient scroll would enable them to transmogrify any one individual as they pleased. Leading to a lengthy argument about who they wished to see take shape from Rudeus' body. One suggested a Demon while another slapped a poster, upon which laid the supposed portrait of a lusty elven adventuress that traveled the world looking for a good time, onto the table. Amongst many other choices, it seemed their council would go on without end…Until the leader silenced his men, putting forward a simple suggestion of his own that had many of them perking up.

"We turn the runt into his mother and that's final, word has it she's one beaut of a lady, but with that S ranked husband o'ers, we haven't had a chance to nab her for ourselves…until now…mage, cast the spell!"

With Rudeus stripped bare and knocked out cold, the ancient scroll's overwhelming powers instantly wash over the boy, working to reshape his scrawny, immature form into that of his own mother; pumping his torso with gelatinous mass, filling in stout, muscle hardened limbs with tender meat and supple fat, reshaping young bones into lengthier structures that end with widened hips, an S curved spine that emphasizes a growing rear and fattening chest, along with a bubbling face that slowly takes on the gentle, mature visage of Zenith Greyrat herself, panting with a furious blush on her face as visible yellow energy coils around the limp pecker between her long, shapely legs, manipulating the flesh like wet clay before jamming the misshapen penis into her groin, reshaping the useless privates into a juicy slit crowned by an unshaved mane of blonde pubes below a warm tummy lined with baby fat and toned muscle; the belly of a mother who had brought more than one child into this earth.

By the time the energies fade and the grown woman collapses into a heap on the table with long, lustrous locks of blonde spilling around her mature body, Rudeus Greyrat was no longer present in body, having fully succumbed to the Dragon Clan's magic, remade into a perfect replica of his mother down to a T, drawing wicked laughs from the men as they waste no time in swarming her, running hands over her voluptuous figure that awaken the distressed maiden with panicked cries of fear, clearly shocked by her sudden transformation.

"M'fraid it ain't over dear…you're still a runt on the inside and that just won't do…"

Dulling her large blue eyes as a sinister force creeps over her mind, Zenith's clone falls silent, unable to resist the strong hold over her mental self as it begins to strip her of all she once was, starting with the essence of the otherworldly soul within, replacing it with the original Zenith's experiences with one or two blemishes meant to aid in her downfall, to turn her into a willing slave as her limp body continues to be ravished by the men around her.

Until the wall to the underground room breaks open, giving the thugs no chance to react or run as all are cut down in an instant by lightning fast sword strikes by the Doldia woman suddenly standing in the middle of the room, sheathing her sword before clicking her tongue at the sight of the naked woman before her; bundling her up in a shroud of cloth before retreating. Leaving the ripped up bodies of the thugs behind along with the now useless scroll…Hitogami's scheme was a success, and with the one major thorn in his side removed for good, the omnipotent being was more than eager to retreat back inside his realm for a well deserved celebratory nap…

After Eris Greyrat had been rescued by Ghislaine, word of Rudeus' disappearance had been kept under lock and key, and with no way to write back home, Paul and the original Zenith Greyrat would remain unaware of the new clone slumbering in a catatonic state in the Boreas family's home. Right up until the original mana cataclysm would claim the entire Fittoa region.

Dressed in her mother's clothes on the day of the incident, the clone would awaken from her coma in the middle of a meadow with her head a blurry mess of memories, unable to recall anything besides her name as a stranger walks up to her, asking if she was alright.

Unaware of the calamity that had struck Fittoa and her old family displaced across the globe, the new Zenith Greyrat would begin a new rural life in the calm countrysides of Asura, living with the man that had taken her in, and eventually coming to bear feelings for him after the striking resemblance he seemed to bear to a familiar face in her shattered memories.

Years would go by alongside intense wars, bloody politics and strife, unnoticed by the rural couple who were already expecting a second child as they sat together in bed, reading bedtime stories to their firstborn son sleeping soundly in his parents arms.

Once he’d fallen asleep however, the eager parents would find themselves slipping off again into the privacy of their bedrooms, ready to the deed as Zenith’s husband rips open her dress before shoving her lightly onto the sheets, tickling her inner thighs before ravishing her sopping loins, making Zenith forget the lives long lost to her as she embraces her husband whole…