Then the moisture spread to her legs, hands, arms, then torso and neck. The dewdrops graced the tip of her nose and the middle of her lips, ever so gently dripping off the ends of her hair from the top of her head. Covered in whatever miraculous powder this might be, the hope of growth filled Nel's body with anticipation. Her toes writhed and her hands quivered. Her tiny abdomen shook. Only a moment now, only a moment...
Yes, it only took a second! From four inches, she bolted up through five, six, ten! Cramped within the confines of her black prison, she pushed her larger, stronger arms against it. The growth continued, and strength proportional to her new size, surpassing a whole foot and a half. At last reaching two feet, her squished form shattered the four walls of her imprisonment, opening her up to a brighter, yet bigger world.
Unfortunately, there her growth halted. She stood at two feet tall, barely below the chest of her captor. For the first time, she could glance up at him and examine his features. To her dismay, he was just a youth! A boy of no more than seventeen, naive to the world at large. Her own age surpassed his, a shocking discovery. What was he doing, growing pixies for his bride? Wasn't there some stupid human girl he could marry and unhappily settle down with?
"My! I never expected this to happen... I'll have to get you a new cage, so that you don't run away before I can make you the proper size. The witch was right, once a day is the only way to go."
"No! Please, don't imprison me again!"
She was glad to finally reach his ears; being taller meant a more human frequency. Though she could tell, the quality was still hypnotizing to a mortal. How perfect.
"I wouldn't dream of it, now. I thought you couldn't speak!"
"Of course I can speak. Every creature can speak, it's just a matter of understanding the language."
"Yours is a truly beautiful one."
He lovingly glanced upon her; she coyly shielded herself in response. With an outstretched hand, he tried to hold her, but instinct had control of Nel this time. She nipped his hand. The boy recoiled in pain, but without anger.
"I see. You will have to stay here longer, if we're to control that."
"Don't force yourself upon me! I don't take kindly to larger things striking me."
"Oh! I never intended you any harm... I haven't caused you any, have I?"
His ignorance was utterly unbearable. Nevertheless, she thanked him silently for giving her that perfect opportunity to grow. Though not the tallest of the pixies, Nel's stature would dwarf most of them. If she could escape now, that world of bragging rights would be open to her.
But, then again, she was clever. With a little more time, she could become the tallest pixie to ever live. Never before had one reached the height of a human, after all. Her mind oozed with the possibilities. Did she want to be grateful for the growth she'd already received, or was the lust for more height overpowering?
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