So this was sort of just a test with my writing style, playing around to see what I could accomplish. I decided to write a short story about Chronia with an idea suggested by  LeonXIII in a journal I made. If it's received well enough perhaps I will continue this! Let me know what you think.

Link to the Story: https://www.dropbox.com/s/0xkn3rpqs.....ions.docx?dl=0

The faint glow of a candle dimly lit the dark room, spreading its warmth in only a fraction of the space. Chronia sat in a small wooden chair looking over a paper that lay on the table in front of her. Between the sounds of the wood of the chair creaking with each subtle movement, she found it a little difficult to concentrate. Each minute noise took her attention away from the note that lay in front of her.

The girl rubbed her temples with two fingers from each hand, releasing a deep groan within her throat. “Why did this have to be so hard,” she thought to herself, removing the right hand from her temple. She ran her index finger along a line on the parchment she was trying to make out.

“Is this some sort of ingredient list or is it a code for something?” Chronia spoke silently to herself, whispering each word as if she was in a library.

If it wasn’t bad enough that the paper was in bad condition, some of the ink was rubbing off as well. Whoever dropped this off at her home didn’t do a good job at keeping it safe. The writing itself was bad too with each line looking like scribbles written out in a rush or by some child. Could this really have been meant for her to find or was it a mistake that the paper came into her possession?

Chronia stood, pushing the chair she sat in backward in one motion. The chair let out various squeaks and creaks as she got up, but the sounds were drowned out by the girl’s emotions. Her gaze was fixated on one line of the paper, the only line she would need.

A smile grew on Chronia’s face as she turned to her left where another table sat. Various items were on top of the table ranging from glass containers, chemicals, and mixers, to writing parchment and ink. Above the table, cabinets lined the wall, each one made from wood with a glass panel on the front. Vast amounts of plant materials, parts from animals, as well as certain minerals were stuffed on the small shelves in the cabinets.

A blue hand met the cabinet handle, swiftly yanking it open. Another hand was shoved into the open cabinet, grabbing at several items inside. Chronia lay the items on the table in front of her. “The dried stem of a sunflower, some salt, and…” She listed off numerous other ingredients, speaking each one softly to herself. While she spoke, she wrote each one down onto a small parchment, each in order as they were set on the table.

Chronia got to work after writing down the ingredients. She placed each amount that was required into a flash in front of her, mixing it occasionally as she did. The glass tinged as the stirring stick tapped against it. Each stir brought a different color to the liquid, having it go from a pink to a blue, and finally to a yellow. The color change happened due to the stirring and depending on which ingredient was dropped in.

The mixture finally done, Chronia smiled and sat back down in the creaky wooden chair. She lifted the flask and looked at her creation, proud of what she had accomplished, following a recipe. While it may not have been her recipe that was used, the note was dropped off on her doorstep either way.

The girl tapped the edge of the flash against her beak, thinking to herself for a few moments. There would be no time to find a test subject so whom better to try it on than herself, what could go wrong?

Chronia tilted the bottom of the flash upwards, the opening softly pressing against her beak. The yellow liquid inside sloshed around due to the motion before sliding downwards towards the beak of the avian. She opened her beak, butterflies in her stomach, as the warm liquid poured onto her tongue. One gulp, two, then three and the flash was empty, only a slight burp coming from Chronia.

A moment went by and nothing had happened, “perhaps it is more of an elixir to cure a sickness than a potion, could I have gotten it wrong?” Another second passed before the effect could be seen.

The world around Chronia began to grow in size, everything seemingly getting bigger to her. She glanced down at herself to see that the bra and loin-cloth she was wearing had slipped down around her ankles. She went from her average adult height to teenage height, back down to toddler height. Thoughts ran through her mind, maybe it would just simply regress her which was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. The effects didn’t stop, Chronia found herself getting smaller than infant size, smaller than a book, finally coming to a stop being half as tall as a typical pencil.

A gulp sounded from the girl as she glanced at her surroundings. All around was the fabric of the blue loin-cloth and the orange of her cloth bra. She was left nude, tiny, and alone in her home wishing that she had invited someone over that evening.

Placing a hand on her forehead, she slowly shook her head side to side. “How could I be so naive,” Chronia thought aloud, feeling rather foolish. “I should have known better than to down a potion without properly testing the effects or having some sort of cure prepared.”

Negative thoughts aside, it didn’t matter at this point. She began to take a few steps across the seat of the wooden chair that was now the size of the floorplan to a home rather than a small surface for her butt to sit on. The talons on her feet clacked against the wood, warm orange sunlight poured in through the doorway as the sun was setting outside. Whatever she planned on doing, she wanted to get started right away to fix the mess she put herself in.