Growing Pains [OPEN]

Megalos....felt off. The world around him felt dizzying. He wasn't quite sure where he was or how he'd gotten there. He could vaguely make out the sounds of the trees around him calling out in panic. He tripped over his own feet only to be caught by two suddenly outstretched branches from the ancient Cherry Blossom tree that appeared in front of his slowly steadying gaze. Steady now Kingling, came the ancients voice. "W-what," Megalos gulped his throat nearly dry. "What's going on?" Megalos felt green and after looking down at himself realized it was more than just a feeling. His body had taken on a leafish/woodish texture and a green tinge. Troubled is the Head that wears the Crown. You are growing... and so too is your power. I have pulled a few mages into the forest ang began guiding them to you. Rest Kingling they may be able to help you. Megalos grunted as he began to GROW. He grew to until he was taller even than the ancient Cherry Blossom Tree and there he sat dis concertedly waiting for someone to help as his magic swirled around inside him causing him internal pains.

"Huh whosit...?" Mega looked down at the tiny lady with the dragon and her dog. It has been quite a while since he'd seen a dragon so he stared at it for a bit before turning to the lady. It was only then that he noticed his sudden height. He bent down slowly and painfully to the newcomer. "Megalos  is the name....I've.... been better." Suddenly he shrunk down to 7 feet, then his arms and legs grew until he was  half the height of the tree, then they shrunk until they were smaller then his body before his head grew way too big and after a moment standing there as a life-sized bobble head he grew again until he was the giant he'd been when the lady had first come. No longer quite capable of "chatting" and started to groan incomprehensibly leaning against the nurturing ancient Cherry Blossom Tree who was attempting to make soothing and comforting noises to the distraught and pain riddled giant.

Megálos felt alot of the pain he was experiencing ebb away grudgingly and he relaxed a bit accidently growing another 10 feet in the process. "What kindness you show miss and to a complete stranger!" Megálos sighed slightly happy at finding a silver lining. "So there are still humans like this after all." Megálos tapped one of his giant fingers on the ground and from the finger came a pulse of magical energy and the prince of the Phoenixes, Prince Fotia, Megalos's comrade and a giant owl, guardian of the garden of knowledge in the lost kingdom of Eden, appeared on the ground where the finger had just been. "Prince Fotia, prince of the Phoenixes and Atéleioti Gnósi, the guardian of the garden of knowledge in the lost forbidden kingdom of Ede where none but mother nature and her chosen may tread. These are two of my closest companions. Now I have a request of you miss. It seems the good mother has left me some troublesome abilities. Atéleioti Gnósi knows more than almost any being in existence and with my express permission he can answer three questions of almost anything. But it'd be easier if my friend Prince Fotia explained. He has telepathic speech so it might be easier." With a nod from Megálos the phoenix reached out and conveyed the guardian owl's ability into the young lady's mind:

ABILITY I: TO HE WHOM KNOWS:

After conveying the message the prince flew steadily up to Megalos's giant head and nested himself comfortably in a nice warm patch of his wild green hair. "Well that being said wording the questions right is the tricky bit. The inhabitants of the garden of knowledge can be picky especially when it comes to information." Megálos leaned back slightly against the ancient tree who had fallen asleep not to long after the young lady arrived, an half closed his eyes as the air decided to pick that moment to start telling him a story about a powerful mage they had seen not to far from where they were but the different winds were notorious for having different reproductions of the same story which made it hard to figure out who was telling the truth although the North wind tended to be the truest normally.