Garnet awoke, and it seemed she was in a massive cavern. Until she realised that this was a normal sized room, and she was simply smaller, explaining why the ceiling seemed to be so far away.

'I've been hit by a Mini spell...'

It wasn't so simple.  Standing up, she saw massive flat panels of brown towering over her. The ground she had lay on was clearly made of a solid sheet of wood.

She was tiny, and being held prisoner in a wooden box! Well, not for long... She'd soon cast Mini herself and...

And it wasn't working. Her magic power was exhausted!

"Ah, my tiny guest awakens. And discovers her magic is useless. I drained you dry with Osmose."

Garnet's blood froze, and not just because the voice sounded like a roaring explosion with every word, but because of that voice.  It was Kuja. Kuja had shrunk her...

"What have you done with the others?!" She yelled, and Kuja laughed.

"Oh, you sound so much like a bird chirping, little canary..."

She fought her revulsion as his face loomed over the edge of the box.

"How does it feel down there? A mere... What is it, eight inches tall?"

He suddenly produced a steel ruler, and she squirmed helplessly as he rammed the ruler into her back, holding her down and forcing her straight in his grasp. He dropped her unceremoniously and withdrew his ruler.

"Eight and a bit. A perfect size for a lovely little trophy..."

"What are you going to do to me?" Garnet demanded, trying to fight back the disgust at having been manhandled like a child's doll.

"Why, Princess. What else should be done with such a large and valuable gemstone? You will be cut and polished into a fine figurine..."

"You're turning me into a tiny statue?" She screamed up at him.

"Very good, Princess. But not common granite or marble. I'm not a Basilisk. My petrification spell will make you into your namesake."

And he waved his hands. Garnet felt her body growing stiff and cold, as it always had when petrified. She was already unable to move her body by herself, but as part of the spell, felt herself shifting into a pose. Her also shrunken Mage's Rod was held behind her back and her legs were crossed standing. The effect was spreading slowly, and she felt her face twist and lock into a smile. Efforts to speak were futile, not even muffled screams came forth.

And as a last taunt, Kuja placed a small mirror in front of her eyes, frozen now staring at herself. Her whole body below the waist , clothes and all, was a finely polished and transparent gemstone, and had it not been such a deep red, would have been totally see-through.

She could only watch.

And then, she was a trophy. She was picked up carefully, and weighed.

"Ten kilograms of pure Garnet. Fifty thousand carats."

Kuja grinned, as Garnet screamed in her gemstone body.