This choice: She decides to play along. • Go Back... "Oh, no, you haven't hurt me at all... I'm just a little nervous, is all."
The boy sighed with relief. Completely at her mercy. Abusing this power to grow even larger would be simple, all that was needed was flawless execution.
"Whatever caused me to grow this way? It's a magic that's unknown to me."
"Ah! That'd be the kindly old witch's work. I told her that I could not marry in the village, as all of the women there were idle, dull, and unbecoming. I wanted a wife with spark, someone clever and intelligent, as well as beautiful. She smiled upon me, and told me to look for a wife in the forbidden forest. But, as the legend goes, none but pixies live there. Knowing this, she offered me this power, a type of ancient dew collected from a now-extinct animal who produces it naturally. The dew, she said, would allow my wife to meet my eyes and thus kiss me. Eager for such a happy companion, I gladly obliged her whatever she wished."
"Which was?"
"Oh, the... perhaps it's better if I don't tell you."
Nel had a bad feeling about this.
"But, there I was in the woods, searching for what I thought would only be myth. Yet there you slept on a log, the most immaculate creation I'd ever witnessed... I fell immediately, and knew that I had to have you for my wife."
"That's a touching compliment..."
His statements were cringe-worthy. Humans. Always needing what they shouldn't have, witches letting them get away with it. A part of her wondered if old Kathrin had singled her out for this treatment. The two conversed regularly, with Nel always desperate for her to whip up some growth concoction. (Witches can speak with mythical creatures, as they have a much larger hearing range and a much better vocabulary) She wouldn't put it past her.
"I'm so glad you found me! I was miserable at my tiny height. Now that I am two feet tall, I am among the tallest of my kind. I thank you, but..."
"It's not enough?"
"I only wish that I might sooner stand beside you... Is there no way I can be sprinkled with more?"
"I don't know, the witch strongly suggested I wait. Something about the after-effects, but I can't remember."
Had old Kathrin known full well that Nel would be the pixie of choice, she would have advised the human involved to punish her with agonizing slow growth. The two enjoyed playing tricks on each other, after all. And, what's more, the witch hadn't even spoken to Nel of her fortunate discovery. So, who's to say the restriction wasn't another way of keeping Nel from her goals?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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