Tony Seeds

Tony Seeds
By Koda Foxx

Ch1 Concept Hero Design

The world is louder once you open your ears, eyes, and mind to the endless possibilities. The world only seems quiet. That little tingling on the back of your neck, that whisper you swear is just nothing, that moving shadow that can't be there. They are never coincidence, hapstance, or even strange.Those noises are just part of a world parallel to yours, yet one you never had the opportunity to experience. Such noise exists between the borders of Salem and Portland Oregon. 
   
    Within the forest, on a dirt road that can't be made by nature's loving hands, stands a towering pine tree that can be seen from the horizon. A tree that with its grand stature, should be closer than it appears. It's just optic trickery, for this is no ordinary tree. It is the tree of a powerful knowledgeable sorcerer, wizard and teacher. That tree stands in the courtyard of Wizard Wick's mansion. A gothic architecture based mansion with four towers at each corner. Each tower holds a large lame at their peaks, giving the impression of candle light. Before one can reach this castle like abode, Two victorian esque gates block the entrance, surrounded by red brick walls with sigils written from every language,  dead or alive. the most prominent of these signs is the one on a wooden stake outside of the gates. It simply reads "No Trespassing". 

Within the pique southern tower is the classroom of candle connoisseur, red magic master,  and three hundred year old mentor only going by the monicor Wizard Wick. Wick is standing in front of a chalkboard writing an incantation with sigils and numerals. Wizard Wick is a lengthy, skinny man. The weather of time has wrinkled his face, his beard is styled in a stalagmite shape, a wide base thinning out near the end. His usual attire is a collared button up shirt, usually a dark blue, and a white tie that fades to a light, cream orange at the end, similar to that of a candle.  His pants a sleek black, ironed and pressed. He stands at a chalkboard often, his clothes lightly powdered at his cuffed sleeves. As the sorcerer writes on his canvas, he hears his sole pupil Harriet open the door, raises an eyebrow in acknowledgment, and continues to write his scribbles on the chalkboard. He turns around as he begins to speak.

"Ah Harriet, ready for your lesson in... Harriet, why do you wear the miniscule hat?" He asks in confusion.

Harriet hobbles in with her now miniature feet. Her bare black hoodie now four sizes too big, drags along the white tile. Her glasses, too large for her small face, magnifies her blue hazel eyes. Her curly fluffy hair encloses her ears and shoulders, only kept in line by the drooping pointed hat keeping her in her one fourth scaled state. 
Her backpack drags on the floor, full of heavy unidentifiable items, and due to her current stature takes up her entire body size. Despite the weight, The micro scaled student seems unaffected by the mass she carries, walking with ease.  

"You know I like feeling tiny! It helps me save money going to the movies. And I like the flapping of my sleeves. It makes me feel cute, look at this! " she announces as she flaps her over sized sleeves in joy. "Isn't this just cute as the dickens?!" Harriet joyously cheers.

"Well you got me there. That is rather adorable." Wick admits with a half smile. "But I'd rather take you seriously when in the classroom. Please take it off and return to normal size."

After a small pout, The trainee sorceress removes her head piece and begins to stretch and grow to her normal height. Her Glasses better fitting, resting on her small nose, her arms growing back into the limp sleeves. her tattered jean covered legs, albeit short for a normal sized person, extending out of the bottom of the hoodie. Now fully grown to a healthy five foot two, takes her enchanted hat in hand, and her hefty bag of miscellaneous items to the only seat and table in the room, other than Wicks desk on the other side of the room, where he sits, pointer in hand, and begins his lecture for the day.