Chapter #3Home by: Unknown Your name was Mark Royal. You had black hair, stood 5’11” and had an average build. YOu had a girl friend, but you two broke up when you chose different colleges. You were born into a very rich family that you heard was directly related to some kind of royal family. However since you were in high school, and looking forward maybe going to college in a few years, you were told about a certain tradition your family had for the firstborn son of your family, like you.
“But why do I have to do this?!” you whined. Because it is a tradition that has been in our family for hundreds of years.” said your father. I did it, and now look at me, I’m a successful business man with a beautiful house, wife, and children.” he said. “But I don’t want to!” you whined. Well you don’t have to.” said your father Steve Royal. He stood 6’1” with black hair that was starting to turn grey. “I don’t?” you asked. “You just won’t get any inheritance if you don’t.” said your father. “What?! But that’s not fair.” you said. “IT’s tradition, and if not for this tradition, your great great great great great grandfather, wouldn’t have married his wife.” your father said.
Eventually you gave in “Fine I’ll do your stupid tradition, if it means I’ll get millions from you.” you said. “Good, The time it will take will be about 8 years. “8 years?! that’s way too long.” you said. “8 years to be guaranteed hundreds of millions of dollars. Anyone would gladly take that job.” you father replied. “But that’s so long.” you said. “You’ll still have times for T.V. and games.” your father said. “But you said that the first guy only did it for one year.” you said. “Well life has gotten atleast 8 times better.” your father said. “Back then they didn’t have T.V. video games, or indoor plumbing, or good food, or electricity.” your father said rambling.
Eventually you stopped arguing and accepted. After dinner, you finished packing for college and loaded everything in the car. YOur father gave you a miniature suitcase with tiny clothes, and even tiny videogame controllers, and a console, T.V. and even a Tiny Cellphone. The school will research you and find out that you were born Tiny and have been this way all your life.” Your father explained. “And you will keep it so they think that.” He said. “ANd to prove it we have photoshopped you as tiny in many family photos. “Also Your name will be changed to Mark Stevens.” “But why?” you asked. “Because the son of a CEO being only two inches tall would attract a lot of media attention, and also you could be kidnapped for ransom.” “Also a random boy being born tiny and not hearing about it till now, is much more believable than the son of a CEO being born tiny and not being reported on he said. “Also your mother will drive you there, and give you to a family friend to play as your mother.” “But isn’t that a bit illegal?” you asked. “The school president has been notified of the whole arrangement and knows us personally, so she knows your real name and parents.” he explained. Also your sister has been told this also, she has been instructed to have minimal connection with you, only document your events.” he explained.
“So now it is time to be shrunk.”
“It was originally done by magic, but if normal people found out about the existence of magic it would change everything, plus noone here has magical power. Some people might still have magic power, but if they do, then I’ve never heard of it. Your mother pulled out a small toy looking gun. And set it for 1/36 of original size,(So 2 inches) for 8 years, and zapped you with it. She also set down a set of tiny clothes. “By tomorrow you’ll be tiny.” she said, and kissed you goodnight. the next morning you woke up tiny. “Whoa” you said. it worked. “Alright Mark, get ready, we’re leaving soon.” you mom called from down stairs. You got up, got dressed, and slid down your sheets to leave, it was so jarring to see the world like this. You got to your mom. “Oh honey your so cute. Just like your father when I met him.” she said. you waved by to your father. and flipped him off without letting your mom see. your dad waved back with a smug look on his face. You sat down in the cushioned cup holder and tried to sleep.
Your mother drove you to college, and she told you the legend one last time.
The story that you were told went: There was once a prince of a wealthy kingdom, who was looking for a princess to marry, one day a princess from a poor kingdom came to him, offering to be his wife. THe prince lagged at her and said she was like an ant to him. It turned out that she was actually a witch who cursed him. So the next morning he woke up and was only like 2 inches tall, and apparently indestructible. He still had to find a wife though so princesses kept showing up and he got into all sorts of trouble. He was sat on, teased, eaten, and many other things. However later he went to the witch to apologize and when he was shrunk for a year he was back to normal size.
This legend was made by, and all credit goes to deviant kibate on deviant art(https://www.deviantart.com/deviantkibate...)
You then finally arrived at New Kanssouri University.
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