Bovine Bonemeal

Grabbing the Bovine Bonemeal, he added some to the cup and returned to the cauldron.

“Here you go, one order of Bonemeal” he said before handing the cup to Elizabeth, who smiled when receiving it. “Thank you John, I think this should just about do it” she said pouring the contents into the soupy mixture. Finally, she lowered her hand above the mixture and whispered words he couldn’t understand. With a sudden bright flash the mixture changed colors, settling on a pale iridescent glow. “Perfect” Elizabeth exclaimed proudly before scooping some into a large bottle. Handing it to John she asked “are you ready”? Grabbing it gingerly John replied “as ready as I suppose I’ll ever be”. Bringing it to his lips, John tipped his tongue to the liquid, wincing a bit at the bitter flavor before holding his breath and downing a gulp. Placing the bottle onto the table, John waited to feel the effects which did not take very long.

Instead of moving upwards though, he felt himself begin to fall as if off a cliff. The room grew and flashed upwards as he fell backwards, soon covered in darkness. When he opened his eyes he saw only darkness all around himself. He lifted his arms and felt what seemed like heavy blankets covering his body in every direction he reached. He began to squirm when he heard a loud yell “John don’t move! Just stay where you are”! He suddenly saw a beam of light shine on his face and for a moment saw a massive hand race towards him. Before he could so much as even gasp out it grabbed him and pulled him away with great speed. Once he had returned to the light he looked forward into the direction the hand was pulling him to see Elizabeth’s face towering over him. He gasped loudly quickly surveying the area around himself, finding the room stretched out to dizzying heights and finding himself laying in Elizabeth’s massive hand. She stood taller than a house and looked at him with utter surprise and shock. “John! You’re so small”! John was just under 6 inches tall.