Caleb sat up slowly, gingerly. He wasn't really certain how to move with this new form. How were you suppose to stand when you weren't you, much less be able to fight. Everything about this was wrong. "Can you undo it? Please?"

"Of course I can." Rainbow answered comfortably. He picked up an odd looking fruit - or maybe a vegetable, Caleb couldn't be sure - from a nearby bowl. He took a bite out of it. He was half finished with the thing before the boy realized he wasn't going to continue. 

"So, will you?"

"No." Rainbow smiled happily. 

"Why not?" Caleb's voice was whiney. He tried to harden it as he pressed forward. "I don't wanna look like this. You didn't even give me anything cool. I just look weird and I don't have, like, sword hands or flaming hair, or anything!"

"Do you want me to set your hair on fire?" Rainbow appeared to be contemplating that idea just a little too hard for Caleb's liking. "I don't think it would be comfortable for you, but it's an idea with merit nevertheless."

"No flame hair!" Caleb backed away. "Changed my mind!" Rainbow nodded, so Caleb relaxed. He looked around the small home slowly. From his new height, he could  see over even the tallest of the furniture. It had been a tight squeeze before, but this was just uncomfortable. His head brushed the ceiling if he moved wrong. 

Gingerly he felt his face. Nothing really felt incorrect, but it didn't feel right either. Some part of him was convinced this was his natural shape, and yet he knew that was wrong. Was that a wart above his eye? Caleb shuttered. "Change me back, I don't like this." Ribbon snored softly from on top of her pillow. Rainbow cackle. Caleb thought he might cry. 

"You need to learn. You can probably adapt to them changing things around you, though we'll have to practice with that too. More importantly is if you can fight!" Rainbow's eyes gleamed as he leaned forward. "It's good to fight in one form, but what if those dwarves use another illusion on you? I can't have my prize winner getting himself killed because he didn't know what to do with an extra leg," Rainbow laughed again as Caleb's eyes snapped down to confirm he still only had two, "or a tail," Caleb spun around and knocked his shins on the table, "or maybe arm length horns on his head." Caleb slammed his hand into the ceiling in his haste to pat down his hair to check for horns. 

"Owwww."

Rainbow shook his head. "You're no good at illusions at all." His face lit up. "It's a good thing I'm here to teach you! You'll be able to fight despite them soon enough!"