chyp: I'm tryin' to hold out on using the word "orb" for as long as possible. Just give me one more story and I'll come up with something!
Raya: I've been tryin' to figure out who John is for as long as possible. Just give me one more story and I'll come up with something!
Here it is; it's the best I've been able to come up with lately. Bear with me, though; I'll come up with something!
James and Wesley, oblivious to Matthew's spell, continued to bicker. Suddenly, they felt the sensation of falling into a deep hole. They continued to fall and fall and fall until they hit the bottom. From Matthew's point of view, though, they had simply vanished into thin air. He looked around, but couldn't see them anywhere. James and Wesley examined their surroundings. Everything looked familiar. Wherever they had fallen to must not have been far from James' room.
"What happened?" Wesley asked.
"I don't know," James replied. "I feel like I fell off a cliff."
"But look," Wesley said, pointing around. "We're still in your room. Everything looks different, though."
"Maybe we're in another dimension," James suggested.
"C'mon, Jimmy," Wesley said. "Another dimension?"
"It's possible," James claimed. "Where's Matt?"
"Uh oh," Wesley said, directing James' attention upwards.
Matthew had gotten up to go back to his room. He walked towards the door, where James and Wesley had once been. He had no idea that they had been shrunk down to a few inches in size. Down on the ground, though, Wesley and James had to dive out of the way to escape Matthew's now giant foot as he stomped out of the room, unable to hear his brothers calling for him.
"I can't believe this," James said, brushing himself off. "I used to be six foot two. Now I'm just the two."
"Well," Wesley said, "now you know how it feels to be the shortest."
"I'm still taller than you, Shorty," James said. "C'mon. We have to get to Matt before something else goes wrong.
Matthew paced back and forth in his room, trying to figure out what had just happened. He knew that he had cast a spell that he had hoped would end the never-ending fighting between his brothers, but apparently it had backfired, as most of everything had over the past week. He was both angry and worried at the same time. He was angry with himself for even attempting something like that, especially considering his current track record. Also, he was worried for his brothers. He had no idea where they were or what had happened to them. Having shrunk them was nowhere near the top of his list of possibilities.
He looked through the Book, carefully scanning each and every page for anything that could help him right now. Nothing did, though, and in addition to finding nothing, he would get a paper cut every few pages. Things definitely looked dreary for him; he was stuck with a power he couldn't control, his brothers were nowhere to be found, and if it wasn't for bad luck, he'd have no luck at all.
After over an hour of looking through the Book, which he swore that he would catalogue one day, he slammed it shut, realizing that he had to come up with an idea himself. But this wasn't James or Wesley, he thought. He was Matthew, the rational one, the calm one in times of distress. If anybody was capable of finding a way out of this mess, it was most certainly him.
He cleared his mind and began to think of anything that could be even an iota of help. He started with Invision. Why would he want to give him and his brothers bad luck? Why not just try and attack them like all the others? After inadvertently stabbing himself a few times with a pen, he managed to start writing things down on a piece of paper, trying to make sense of everything.
Lina appeared inside of James' room in a flame. She looked around; the room had been completely trashed. His desk was in pieces lying on top of his bed. His table had been smashed. Chairs had been reduced to rubble. There were scorch marks decorating his walls like they were posters. The floor was littered with debris. Admittedly, a large part of her was afraid for James. The truth was, she realized, she had fallen for him and now wanted him to know that.
She searched around for the Book of Light. In her midst of searching, she had no idea that James had been in the room the whole time, along with Wesley. Of course, they had been arguing about something, but it all stopped upon seeing Lina flame into the room.
"What the?" James asked, looking up at Lina. "Is that…"
"That's your girl," Wesley said, patting James on the back. "How convenient that she shows up here to look for you."
"I don't believe it," James said. "That can't be her, can it?"
"Get over yourself," Wesley said. "That is the chick that I have been trying to convince you was evil for so long now that I've just lost track. Now you're seeing it for yourself. Now, I don't usually ask for apologies, but this one is out of my hands."
"It's just…" James began. "I trusted her. I defended her."
"You believed her over me, your own brother," Wesley added. "Don't forget about that little twist."
"We have to tell Matt," James said, quickly changing the subject.
"We have to find out what she's doing here first," Wesley said. "The least we could do is take advantage of our size."
The two small brothers inched around the remains of the room, trying to make out what Lina was doing. She seemed to be looking for something by the way she was moving around, but what? Wesley thought that it was pictures of James, teasing him, but James was not amused. Finally, she gave up, sighing, and flamed out of the room.
"Let's find Matt," James said.
Well, Lina finally got found out it seems. And Wesley and Jimmy are little bitty? Huh? How can they find their way out of this one?