The guards led the former Sir Garrett to a wooden chair with iron restraints attached to it at Mazara’s behest. After fixing Garrett to the chair fastening the restraints Mazara commanded them to leave her presence. Garrett asked, “What foul experiment am I to be subjected to?”
Mazara’s grin that radiated no kindness grew a bit more saying, “You are most fortunate I plan many experiments for you. But first I am going to test a special formula that King Emeril will take if there aren’t any side effects. So we will spend a lot of time analyzing your new form to make sure you are okay. Afterwards I confirm the process is safe King Emeril says I can do with you as I please so long as no one can recognize you. Now let us begin.” Mazara cast a spell of sleep on Garrett causing him to pass out. With him now asleep she produced a potion pulling the top.
The potion pouring down his throat startled Garrett awake. He felt Mazara’s spindly fingers held his mouth shut forcing him to swallow. He seized as the magic gripped him. He felt compressed in a vise throughout his body. The restraints loosened on him as his clothes grew loose. He yelled at Mazara, “What is this doing to me?”
The pleased look on Mazara brought further discomfort as she explained, “King Emeril wishes for his youth restored. I plan to aid him in this so that he can continue his glorious reign. Be thankful for your restored childhood. I will observe you for a few days to make sure of the stability. After that the fun can begin. You look adorable by the way.”
Garrett form took on a young child’s shape. Brawny muscles shrank until no longer defined. His face smoothed losing the stubble and hardened features. He sat in his now over-sized clothes wondering what to do next. He then realized the restraints no longer held him.
