The Enchanted Sorceress

Chapter 3
The attempted approach

Somewhere in the woods a sudden light lit the area and the sorceress appeared. She teleported herself near the border.

It was sunset, but this place laid still in semidarkness. It was quiet and not even a tone of bird was being heard.

The sorceress looked around but nobody was to be seen, not even a gnawer. Probably the animals of the woods were still sleeping so early.

Excellent, the sorceress thought, putting her bag on the ground and took the flask. She opened the cork and mounts the mouthpiece excitingly to her lips.

Then she holds the bottle with her both hands down and hesitated for a moment.

Right, she had first so shorten her hair, as a child they would become unhandy.

For that meaningless matter the sorceress had the right spell:

" TNAW I TROHS EB ERAWEB RIAH GONL! "

Willingly the hair bends to comply of the magic-spell and stopped till they reached the nape of the neck.

Much better, she said to herself in mind.

Finally she drank the magic mixture.

It tasted sweet. The potions float through her throat quickly.

A strange feeling sensation encompass her body, when all a sudden her hearts began to beat harder and faster. It almost bars her from breathing.

She pushed her hands on her chest where her heart laid; massaging her breast helped to relieve a little.

Worse than that was when her body started to vibrate and then to tremble.

She didn’t feel well, but she neither could stand nor lie down.

The pain felt pleasant when she noticed that her body began to shrink. While the sorceress kneaded her breast, they become from moment to moment smaller. The garb slacked from her body that nestled her before and the morning coldness slunk into.

Now her breasts were completely flat while the trees continuously got bigger.

In an instant moment the pain was gone. The mistress felt a bit dizzy and her heart was a little excited but besides that she was fine.

The sorceress freed her hands from the long sleeves and the garb dropped down to the ground. From this moment on she was an ordinary girl. Being without her power the little girl felt strange. Everything seems bigger now and also she felt herself “insignificant”.

She starred her tiny hands.

" I’m a girl, " she beeped.

Next she unpacks first of all her bag and put on her rag and sandals. Her garb was too big for the bag and looked for place to hide it.

Soon she found a hole in a tree. The girl had to stand on her toes to examine it precisely.

It was empty and stored the garb in the tree-hole.

For any case she also put the antidote in there; she didn’t want to risk losing or breaking the flask, so this place seemed for her a safe hiding-place.

Now the sorceress had nothing to do than to follow the path to “Jornick”, a small town where the party wanted to meet the rendezvous-point.

Forenoon she arrived the idyllic town. Carriage went through the town gate in and out, transporting hay, vegetables and other goods.

The guard on the gate eye up the little girl, but that was all what they did.

The meeting place the adventures wanted to gather was an inn; the town had three of them.

But how difficult would it be to find three men and a woman, clothed black like dark sorceresses usually do, on a table.

The first tavern was just over the street, “The Great Pig in the Barrel”.

Who made up such stupid names, the sorceress though, but if it’s on my way I can peek inside.

When the girl wanted to cross the street, as a passer-by pushed her aside the dusty road.

" Hey! Watch out! " she shouted, but the man did not respond her, he seems to ignore her like she had never existed and disappeared in the crowd. This was one of the disadvantages of being small; the sorceress had to find out.

Her arm hurts a little from the bounce.

That was mean, she found herself talking like a girl. With the body her mind seems to react like a child self-acting.

I hope I find this necklace soon because I don’t like it being a girl any longer than necessary.

At least the girl managed to the tavern without standing others on their way.

She opened a little the door and looked through the opening. On the tables were only a few countrymen, talking and drinking their beer but not a sign of the four she was looking for.

Someone pushed her and the girl stumbled in and felt after a few steps.

The guests started to laugh. The girl get blushed and tried to get up quickly.

" What are you doing here? " barked a voice from behind. The sorceress saw a fat man who was obviously the inn-keeper. His appearance would explain why this place was called “The Great Pig in the Barrel”.

" I am looking for someone. " the girl spoke too fast and squeaky, she didn’t get used of her younger voice yet. The crowd started laughing again, even the fat inn-keeper who sounds like a damaged trumpet. His belly swung up and down like a barrel.

" Who do you looking exactly? " the inn-keeper asked as he calmed down.

" I don’t know ... three men and a woman, did you have seen any of them. " asked the girl, but this time she tired to sound more seriously.

The public couldn’t bear to grin. Maybe they have drunk too much this morning.

" Can you describe me you friends more closely? " asked the fat man.

" No. " was the reply and again laugh the guests off.

" So, you don’t know them, " he quipped, " are your friends as funny as you? "

" Not so funny like you, piggy. " ups, did I really said that, she thought.

The looked now angry and took her arm. " Your friends aren’t here and no one took a room for days. That’s all and now go! This isn’t a place for brats.

He pulling her to the exit and expose her to the door.

Behind she could still hear the roar of the guests, but this time she knows, that they were laughing about the inn-keeper.

Later the girl considered that it wasn’t wise to annoy the inn-keeper. The day was young and the party would come somewhere during the time.

Maybe they would go directly to this tavern that was quite near the town gate.

So she went to looking for another inn.

Hopefully she could find those party, she unlike wanted to be going through this for nothing.