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By Tyrex Kyuris
Starring Lexal Hunter (belongs to lxlhunter)

Idiot! Lexal plopped on his rump and tried to prevent the smell of witch cloak from suffocating him. He should have seen that trap. But noooo he wanted adventure and had forgotten to watch the ground for like… 2 seconds. Okay, ten minutes, shut up Tyrex and get out of my head! He crossed his arms. Maybe I should have asked him to come along...
The instant Lexal’s fishy foot had broken the spell circle his armor had felt much looser. He hadn’t even had time to look down before he saw the ground shooting towards him like a rocket. His armor had fallen around him like stones of a collapsing castle and very nearly crushed the shrinking shark as he took cover under his old breastplate.
But of course the hex wasn’t done with him. Pillars of magic had rose up from the ground and wove together over his head before solidifying into an iron birdcage, trapping the shark in the woods. His weapons and armor looked like remnants from a war of giants. A ladybug had flown over to land on the bar, and at Lexal’s size it was as big as a chicken. But the little colorful beetle had flown off after the cage glowed white hot to its touch.
The witch had come soon after, cackling about a wonderful catch and stuffing the small iron birdcage underneath her cloak and stifling Lexal with the awful smell of mangy old horse. Which was odd; since she was a badger…
After what seemed like hours of holding his breath, a new cage was opened for Lexal and he was shoved in as his original cage melted away; it dripped through the bars of his new cage into a large bowl.
The witch cackled and poured the melted cage into a bottle and, with a dusting of magical smoke, sealed it up, clearly ready for its next victim. She raised an old haggard finger, as if to tell Lexal which awful witchy things she had planned for him, but her ears twitched beneath the brim of her hat. Rather than make words, she cackled and fled with a spin of her foul smelling cloak and left Lexal to take in his surroundings.
They were not encouraging. Despitre being a mere eight inches tall, this cabin looked tiny to Lexal. Bookshelves crammed to the limit with old dusty tomes, burned and illegible and spilling out in a pile from poor organization. A ratty old table with a thick tablecloth atop which a half-eaten bowl of porridge made him grimace, and doubly so when he realize that it was likely also the bed, too. A cauldron no larger than a basketball sat in a fireplace, the smell of dry hot iron mixing with whatever foul smoke was rising from the alchemy set and giving Lexal a good reason to worry. Even if the witch kidnapped him for all the right reasons, this place might burn down while she was off. He had to escape this awful, foul smelling cabin.
Okay… no armor, no weapons… Lexal looked around his cage. It was likely built for an ordinary bird but had all the locks that would make it-
Lexal sighed. Birdcages didn’t need locks this cage was probably kept closed by a simple latch. Which… the witch had forgotten to even shut in her excitement to rush off to whatever had excited her so much. Whatever it was, it wasn’t cleaning supplies. That broom in the corner looked like it had never been used, either for flight OR for sweeping.
He pushed on the door of the cage and it swung open with a creaky rusty groan, but the first major problem immediately hit the shrunken shark. This cage was hanging in the air a mere four feet off the ground but at Lexal’s size that was an eight story drop.
The cage was hanging from what might have once been an iron chandelier, but misuse had coated it with awful amounts of grime. It wasn’t a very appealing idea, but he might be able to swing from the cage to land in something.
Lexal shut the cage door, leaving the latch unlocked, and scouted the room for something he might be able to land in. A vase of water caught his eye; it would have to be a pretty good dive, but he was a shark; water was his friend! Or at least an acquaintance with which he was on good speaking terms. He began to rock the cage as best he could, by swinging from the bird perch and hoping the motion would be carried through. The cage began to sway.
“This is the dumbest thing… I have ever done.” Lexal said to himself as the cage began to swing back and forth. Are you sure? Cuz I have a list… “Shut up, brain!!” He charged the door and grabbed onto the bars on either side, his scaly tail thrashing in a combination of fear and excitement. As the cage swung out, Lexal leapt from the door, sailing through the air. He had to make a sharp pointed landing when he hit the water from this high a drop.
To an outside observer, they might have watched a tiny shark rock a cage slightly before leaping out into a vase with a tiny ‘plop’.
But to Lexal, it was a death defying plummet through the air, the foul smoke in the cabin whipping past him as he took the form of a dive and cut into the surface of the water with a clean splash.
The impact of the water jostled the shark for a minute, but the rush of freedom washed over him, so did another icy chill. He had hit the water, but he had hit it head first and curled forward as he did. A pleasant numbness began to wash over Lexal as tonic paralysis set in at the worst possible time.As much as he wanted to wriggle and writhe out of it, his body felt as relaxed and slack as an incredibly lazy cat on a warm sunny day.
A small splash pulled Lexal out of his almost hypnotized state. Something was poking at his back. Oh lord no… something nibbled at the fin on his back and it was enough to cause the shark to thrash in a frenzy of panic- oh. Just a tadpole. False alarm, Lexal… He had been ready to fight off a giant sea serpent, but he forgot how small he was. Buuuut… as he looked down in the gloom of the water and saw other curious baby frogs beginning to swim up to him, these little buggers could actually do some damage if they attacked him together… Lexal swam to the edge of the vase and pulled himself out of the water, thankful that this vase was haphazardly filled almost to the brim.
Onto the next challenge! Lexal was about to drop down and climb down the wicker basket that the vase was sitting in when he heard a sound that made his heart rise in his throat. It was the sound of an animal scratching at the door outside. It whined in the clear and distinct mew of a cat. Oh, bork. He was not going to fend off a cat while eight inches tall. He had enough trouble with them at six feet! Now that he was at ‘perfect cat morsel’ size he might as well be a fancy feast.
He looked up at the bookshelf next to him. Mount Paper & Garbage, more like. But the edges of books would work for climbing. Lexal began his ascent, not to the top but across to the table, which sat against a window. It was going to be his second salvation. Maybe. It was latched shut but Lexal would figure it out when he got there.
For a moment, his grip slipped on the edge of a book and Lexal almost plummeted down into the abyss of a stack of books two feet below. He regained his grip and leapt from that book just as it tumbled forward from the shelf and landed on the pile with a dull thud. That could have been him… then he really would have been cat food.
He reached the edge of the bookshelf and climbed across to the table, and not a moment too soon. A loud creak of groaning wood came from the shelf as the entire section which he had been navigating across collapsed, spreading books out across the floor and sending some dangerously close to the fire.
Uh-oh… Lexal saw the occasional cinder from the flames fall out from the fire. He may have just created a disaster zone. But now he had a new obstacle; a veritable tunnel system of pipes and vials and tubes containing potions; the witch’s aAlchemy set was all that stood between him and his freedom.
As he burned his hand on yet another seemingly harmless vial, Lexal wished he had paid more attention to Tyrex when he was working with potions. Then again, this looked nothing like Tyrex’s alchemy set. Tyrex’s alchemy set looked more organized than most chessboards and was kept clean of everything, including ‘curious shark fingerprints’... Plus these contained potions that had just been sitting out, spewing awful fumes all over the room. Lexal let out a hacking cough and stumbled forward into a mortarl and pestle full of glittering powder. Great. Now he was tiny and fabulous. He started to pull himself free when he heard the sound of footsteps and frustration. In a panic, Lexal shot out of the mortar and pestle and ran for cover behind a book next to the window.
“Blasted false alarms…” The witch opened the door and a cat entered the hut ahead of her. It… was not the cat Lexal had perhaps feared. It had tiny little munchkin legs and looked like it had about as much hunting instinct and malice in it as an unripe tomato. “What the-” She looked at the disarray around the room. “Wait…. Was it like this when I left?” She stared off into space for a few seconds. “Perhaps I’m just getting old.” She scowled and went about picking up the books while her cat rubbed against her legs. Why did such an ominous old witch have such a… harmless, nice seeming cat? “Where did that little fish go?!” She tapped the cage Lexal had been locked in.
Lexal began to sweat; he looked at the vessel of powder he had fallen in; it had tipped over as he escaped, spreading powder all over the top of the counter, but quite a lot of it had stuck to his scales, damp from his vase swim, and he was, for lack of a better word, quite sparkly.
“I was gonna make him sushi…” Lexal almost stepped out to proudly proclaim his presence before the witch continued, reaching down to scratch the cat’s neck with badger claws. “And have him for dinner! You would have gotten the bits I don’t like, snookums!” The cat purred and she began to look around the cabin. Lexal’s heart sank; there was a pile of glitter powder with tiny footprints leading right to the book he was hiding behind. He began to feel uncomfortable and held his breath.
But today was the day for small miracles. A cinder from the fire bounced forth and struck one of the books while the witch was checking the cage. It immediately caught, throwing out smoke through the badger’s cabin. The cat immediately skittered out the open door and the witch shrieked when she noticed it.
“No-no-no don’t spread to the carpet!!!” She patted out the cover, getting a good deal of smoke in her face; coughing and sputtering, she staggered over to the window and pushed it open, leaning out to hack out a lungful of burnt paper and leather. Lexal continued to hold his breath; if she looked to the left right now she couldn’t fail to see a sparkling tiny shark hiding behind the book. The witch grabbed her lungful of fresh air and returned to the cabin leaving the window open.
Fortune had smiled on Lexal. Or perhaps just given him a break. The only remaining task was climbing the windowsill and then getting down. He’d simply have to wait until the witch went to bed.
A small gurgling sound came from Lexal’s tummy, interrupting his scheming. No, no, what now?! He put his hands around his stomach to try to stifle the gurgling sound but felt something pushing his hands back. Lexal looked down and realize his stomach was swelling; possibly related to the glittery powder which was beginning to seep into his scales now that it had been mixed with water. He moved his arm to his mouth to stop himself from yelling as his gut continued to balloon. The space behind the book began to become cramped as his stomach swelled to the size of a ripe cherry. Lexal squeezed out from behind the book and felt his steps bouncing along the ground, as if gravity’s hold on him was weakening. His tummy continued growing, and Lexal suddenly felt the need to burp. Oh no… He clamped both hands around his snout and felt his feet begin to rise from the table Oh no oh no oh no Lexal began to float up, carried by his plum-sized belly. He was so close!! So close and yet…
Lexal had an idea. He swivelled around in the air until his rear was facing the window and prayed that his belch that was building was boisterous.
The witch’s ear perked at the sound of a tiny ‘uuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUURP!!!’ but as she turned, she already saw a small bluish gray tennis ball shape flying out the window. The smell of a tiny shark burp hit her and she wrinkled her nose, waving the smell away. It would be some time before she was able to piece what just happened together, but since she’s not the protagonist of the story, it’s not important.

Lexal floated free out the window on the triumph of his tiny burp and watched the cat, clearly less dopey than its owner, begin to follow him at ground level. Oh boy, he was high up. Like… eight feet! Lexal gulped and felt his body balloon even larger, approaching the size of a grapefruit. Higher and farther away from that cat, please! Even a munchkin cat would have no problem hunting down a balloon and Lexal wasn’t exactly in a shape to run or even roll away! He tried moving his arms but accomplished little more than a finger wriggle as every last bit of him seemed to have become storage space for the gas that was filling up his body.
A tingling sensation began to run over Lexal as he floated through the sky above the trees. If only he could float back towards Larbordale… and not get pecked by a curious bird on the way…
Something rumbled from deep within the shark and he gulped. Oh no. More potion effects?! But… nothing seemed to be happening. In fact, the intense pressure seemed to be weakening. And he was lowering! Yes! As Lexal’s limbs began to regain movement he tried to swim through the air to convince it to return him to town and he felt like it was working!
Lexal landed in the grass just outside the town gates in triumph, parading past the guards in his trunks proudly- wait, what? He looked at himself; the shrinking had worn off! Ha! Except for losing his armor and weapon, this had been an amazing adv-
His stomach bobbled like a big basketball balloon. Oh no. The potion hadn’t been wearing off, the SHRINKING had worn off! Lexal ran for the apartments, feeling the swelling rising through him again.
He burst into their room, getting wedged in the doorway by his beachball belly and giving Tyrex one hell of a scare. “Tyrex help me I’m ballooning!” He felt his feet begin to rise off the ground again. “Help!!!”
Tyrex looked up from his book to see the shark beginning to float away and did the only thing he could think to do; he grabbed ahold of Lexal’s tail and tried to anchor him on the ground.
A few mere seconds later, he clung to Lexal’s tail for dear life while the both of them floated over the town, a fishy blimp and a failed blue anchor. Only time would tell where the wings carried the ‘adventurers’ too next...