As the flash of magical energy subsided, Tom opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the after-image of Rob's warping form. As his vision cleared Tom's eyes went wide as they saw the new individual that was standing, now several feet shorter and almost three times skinnier than Rob had ever been, green smoke curling away off shoulders that had just a moment ago been broad enough to seemingly carry a tank but were now much, much smaller.
For the third time today, Tom's jaw went slack as he started at Rob's new form, and then down at his closed fist that now throbbed with pain from how tight the athlete had been clenching it. Slowly uncurling his fingers he saw the last of the flashing gold energy flicker out within the center of the magical artifact, once again going inert and looking, for all intents and purposes, just like a normal piece of jewelry.
As the moment of silence ended and a flicker of movement drew Tom's eyes back to Rob's changed form, he simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. Rob was a kid again! In fact, he didn't look to be much more than twelve years old, the same age as Willow's little sister Kimberly! And what was more, Rob...