I wrote a story today that was a challenge from my brother. So David, here ya go.
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How to Become a Dwarf: A Short Story I didn’t want to become a dwarf. I was just fine being a 20 foot, 5 inch, giant! Life was good, though finding a tailor in certain cities was difficult, but I usually carried an extra set of clothes just in case. Most people look down on giants (though I’ve always wondered about that saying, because being a giant means that most people have to look up.) and think that they are rather dimwitted. That isn’t true! I was top of my class at the Giant Academy and I am, well, was, the best builder of the entire country of Merst. So get rid of your preconceptions of giants! We have feelings too, you know!
Well, back to my story. It all started when my team of builders was called upon by a magician’s guild to build them a fortress. Normally we don’t work for magicians (magicians are known for their bad tempers and they have this superior attitude that makes it hard to work for them), but we were hard up for cash. After conferring, the five of us told the dispatch that we’d build that fortress. Little did we know…
Building a fortress is actually a pretty simple procedure. We first mine the stone out of a quarry. In this case there was a large deposit of obsidian near the building site. Obsidian is rather tricky, but my cousin Carl has this tool he bought a few years back that makes it a breeze to create the right size stones. Thus we had the keep built and the outer walls started within a week. That was when the trouble started.
One of the magicians, a guy named Mercius, was constantly watching us. Honestly, it made me nervous, but since a rather hefty amount of gold was riding on this project, I wasn’t going to tip the boat. One day, when Carl was operating the block cutter (we didn’t really know what to call it. All we knew was it emitted a beam of light and that light could cut through stone like butter.) I watched as Mercius approached him. Turning off the cutter, Carl responded to a question. Then he started to look angry. Alarmed, I started across the quarry when a bright light flashed and both Carl and I were thrown back.
Recovering, we saw that Mercius had disappeared with the block cutter. Needless to say, we weren’t very happy. That cutter was what gave us the edge on all of the other crews. I resolved to approach the chief magician about this.
That evening, after installing the gate, I approached the keep. The servants brought Chief Magician Heric out to me and I voiced my concern. He looked at me thoughtfully and then told me that this was a grave mistake. “You aren’t supposed to have any access to magic. Giants have no business running implements created for the use of magicians.” Then he turned to go. My brain raced. If I offended him, then I wouldn’t get the gold promised. But if I didn’t say something, our livelihood would be gone.
“Sir, our livelihood depends on that machine. If we are to survive as giant builders, we must have that machine!”
He turned and said, “Well, perhaps we can remedy that.” Pulling his wand out, he muttered something under his breath. Pointing the wand at me, he said, “Gianticus Dwarficusfy!” and a bright light hit me on the chest.
I blinked. Looking down at him, I raised my eyebrows and boomed, “And what was that supposed to do?”
He smiled, “You’ll see. Your current problems are solved. Come to me in the morning and I will give you your gold.”
Puzzled at why I wasn’t feeling like arguing, I nodded and went back to camp. After a celebratory dinner, we went to bed.
In the morning, I put on my shoes, noticing that they seemed a bit loose. That was rather strange, but I didn’t think anything of it.
We gathered our things together and walked up to the gate of the black fortress. Heric was there with five wagons filled with gold. “Here is your payment. I wish you well on your new life!” With that, the gate swung shut and we started on our journey home.
Each morning after that, I noticed my clothes getting bigger. The others were having the same problem. By the time we were halfway home, we were ten feet tall.
It dawned on me that this was the meaning of that spell he cast on me. I don’t know why everyone was affected, but I do know that instead of giants, we were rapidly becoming the size of men. Camping in a remote location we waited for the shrinking to stop. After another month, we finally stopped at three and a half feet. We were now dwarves.
Too embarrassed to return to our towns, we made clothing out of our old garments and each one took his wagon of gold and left the area.
So now, I am a rich dwarf who was a giant, living in this small town. Ah, I see you don’t believe me. Well, if you go fifty leagues northwest you will see the Black Obsidian Fortress, and if you’re brave enough, go and talk to Heric the Great. Maybe you will come back a Giant.