Disclaimer: I don't own this series or any of these characters and I don't want to make any profit from writing.

Author's Note: Believe it or not, this story is fully written it's just in the editing stage. So, I'm going to try to see if I can update this story every Friday-Saturday. Here goes nothing!

Chapter 1

Tiny Start

It was dark and cold, and even though the Moon was full, Jack was scared. He panted as he flew through the trees to try to outrun the Wendigo that was craving his blood, but the monster refused to give up.

The creature was relentless! Jack could try calling on the wind for help, but it was still unpredictable and he had only mastered flying recently. He could try heading out of the woods, but that would mean leading the Wendigo to the town not far from here.

Jack wouldn't risk the lives of the innocent people that lived there, but what was he to do then?! He had made it to his pond but his body shook as he heard the growls of the dreaded Wendigo from the woods behind him.

Jack then looked up to the Moon. It had spoken to him only once a hundred years ago, when he had been raised from the lake, but Jack had heard nothing but silence since.

Jack swallowed and then cried at the top of his lungs. "Help me!" He shook his staff at the moon. "You put me here, but you never talk to me! You never tell me anything!"

The growls were getting closer. Jack's grip tightened on his staff as his body shook and he started to picture the monster ripping him apart like he was a helpless deer. It wasn't only the Wendigo that had made him feel this way. Recently, Jack had to escape from being eaten by a giant snake spirit and before that he nearly had his head chopped off by the headless horseman. Jack was scared all the time and he was sick of it. He could never have a moment's peace.

"You owe me!" Jack shouted to the moon. "Please! Help me!" Jack breathed deeply finishing his rant, expecting nothing to happen.

But, for once, something did. Suddenly a beam of moonlight shot out from the Moon and landed directly on Jack.

Before Jack could speak, everything around him seemed to suddenly get bigger. However, he soon realized that wasn't the case. The world wasn't getting bigger, Jack was getting smaller. It didn't hurt, but the moonlight continued to shrink Jack until he was a mere three inches tall.

Jack's jaw dropped as he stared as his now tiny hands and feet. "This is NOT what I meant!" Jack yelled but he forgot it as he heard the Wendigo come.

Panic struck and Jack dove into a nearby log. He held his breath, afraid the beast could hear his very heartbeat as it approached. Jack could only see the appearance of its bony foot from the log as it paused to search for Jack.

Jack half expected for the creature to reach in and yank him back out like it was a bear digging for its honey, but his fear never came to fruition.

The Wendigo gave an angry snarl before it howled and returned the woods from whence it came. Jack remained there for a long moment before daring to peek his head out.

He was too small for the Wendigo to see and it probably meant he was too small for other creatures to want to hunt him. Jack ducked back into the log as it dawned on him it was easier to find hiding places when you were no bigger than a daisy.

All tension left Jack's body as he looked back up to the Moon. "Okay," he admitted, as he sat in the log. "I could work with this."