Princess Elincia slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes, only to be met with another unfamiliar ceiling. Something was wrong. The last thing she could remember, she and the Greil Mercenaries were planning to board a ship in the port city of Toha, but a battle had broken out, and she had moved to hide in a nearby house. But once she got inside, she-
Her eyes shot open, and she bolted upright. An ominous dark figure loomed over her. Elincia felt a gasp leave her mouth. It was the one Ike had told her about. The Black Knight. She flinched away from him and tried to bring her hands to her mouth, only to find they were bound by a knot of rope in front of her.
“You’re finally awake.” His voice was unexpectedly soft, echoing through the dark helmet that covered his whole face. “You were trying to cross the border out of Crimea, but walked straight into the empire’s ambush.”
Elincia felt her heart sink at his words. They’d been discovered. “W- what of Sir Ike, and my companions?”
“Greil’s son escaped on board their ship. By now, I’m sure he’s long out of reach to help you.”
So they’d gotten away. At the very least, her friends were safe. Although now, Elincia felt the weight of her situation set in. She was being held captive by one of the four riders of Daein. The kingdom at war with her own, who were hunting her down mercilessly.
“But no matter. We too must be on our way shortly.” The Black Knight reached an armored hand around to his back, and withdrew a long serrated knife. Elincia tried to scramble away, but her legs were tied together, and the bed she laid on was against the wall. She was cornered.
Elincia’s breath caught as the knife moved closer, but it seemed she wouldn’t be its target. Instead, it sliced through the rope binding her hands, as if they were nothing more than paper. She looked up at the knight in confusion.
“My master would like you delivered alive. You need not fear for your life.” He said, as he returned the knife to its sheath. “However,” When his hands returned from behind his back, they were holding a different item. A glass jar, filled with a dark blue liquid. “I must insist that you drink this.”
As the Black Knight placed the jar in her hands, Elincia’s mind raced at what the drink could be. A poison? A tranquilizer? The more she could think, the worse an idea it seemed to accept.
At her hesitation, the knight sighed. “Princess, it was not a request. I would prefer not to have to force it down your throat.”
“I-” Elincia’s words caught in her throat. It seemed like there was no other choice. “Very well.”
Elincia slowly removed the cork from the bottle, and brought it to her face. It had not even the slightest hint of a smell to it. She took a deep breath, and poured the drink into her mouth.
Even from the first sip, Elincia felt something was wrong. She felt a tightness all over her body, and the world around her began to grow. The potion had shrank her. Seemingly not by much, maybe a handful of inches, but if she were to drink the whole bottle...
Elincia looked up at the Black Knight, who simply stood, staring at her. “You can’t mean for me to-”
“Please Princess. The whole potion.” She could tell this wasn’t a request either.
Elincia’s hands trembled as she held the bottle of potion. But nonetheless she raised it to her mouth, and after a moment’s hesitation, took another drink. Her vision lowered by another few inches, and she could feel her hands shrink as the bottle seemed to get larger. Another drink, and her dress began to slip off her shoulders, now far too large to fit her body. Another drink, and the rope binding her legs was so loose she could slip out with ease. Another, and another, and another.
At a certain point, her hands struggled to lift the bottle, as it had grown nearly too big to hold. She must have stood no more than six inches tall. But somehow, she managed to lift it above her head, and tilt out the last mouthful of potion. As she swallowed, she lost what felt like the last of her remaining height. Dwindling all the way down to what could have only been three inches tall. Hands too small to possibly hold it anymore, the bottle slipped out of her grip and landed on the bed beside her. The sight of it dwarfing her in size sent a chill down her spine.
Elincia looked up in fear as she stared up at her gigantic captor. She stood to her feet and looked on at how big her world had become. Thoughts of action raced through her mind. Could she run away and hope he wouldn’t catch her? Perhaps hide in her fallen dress? Or plead with him to take mercy on her? But fear had frozen over her entire being, and it was all she could do to stay upright.
The Black Knight gazed down at her tiny, naked body, the steel of his helmet obscuring any emotion that he might be showing. A hand once more reached behind him, this time offering its prize to his tiny prisoner.
Elincia shied away as the gigantic hand approached her. Even a single finger towered over her form. As they unfurled though, she got a better look at the contents. A simple white dress, but at a size small enough for her to wear. Her state of dress was hardly the biggest of her concern at the moment, but the offering did soothe her fears at least a bit. She timidly walked forwards, and reached out a hand to grab the miniature piece of clothing.
While Elincia dressed herself, the Black Knight leaned over the bed and grabbed the dress that she had been wearing, now far too big to fit her. He neatly folded it up before kneeling down and pulling it beneath the bed, out of Elincia’s sight. The new outfit she’d been given was by no means as elegant as her usual wear, and it was obvious whoever had fashioned it had struggled working with such small material, but wearing anything felt like it almost restored a hint of normalcy to her.
Once dressed in her new attire, she cautiously walked to the edge of the bed she was standing on, trying to get a look at what her captor was doing.
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