The rest of us retreated back to our tree in panic.
"Charles! How can you be so inattentive! You've just stepped on a fairy!" The Wizard yelled.
"Eh?" The Guide turned.
"Stop stomping around like a giant death-moose, for Goodness sake!" She huffed. "Carefulness is a virtue!"
The Guide shook his head and walked forward. He was a brutal killer, that one. We should have been more cautious. Upon closer inspection, he smelled like... crime.
It became clear to us that the Dead Zone had claimed possession of this villain, taken him under her wings. We hid in the branches of our tree, fearing the worst. [Charles Snippy] carried death upon his shoulders and it would bring certain doom to all that interacted with him. The Wizard had been very brave to communicate with this monster.
"FLYING SAUCER!" The Wizard suddenly boomed and stared upwards.
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The Guide waved her off, not interested in discussing things.
Something terrifying had occurred in that instance. A spherical metal thing sliced through the air with a thunderous crack of translocation, irradiated the ozone and scorched buildings with jets of fire.
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The unsuspecting Guide evaporated from the spot he was on.
The Wizard didn't seem spooked. She looked at the flying saucer and then calmly walked forth and reached our tree
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"GREETINGS, MY FAIRY FRIENDS!"
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The Wizard waved at us.
We fluttered and waved back.
"How goes the tree protection and pollination?" The wizard inquired.
We told the Wizard that our tree is dying from contamination and that the mean Gardeners aren't making our lives any easier with constant lawsuits.
"Hrrmmm..." The Wizard mulled. "Tis quite a pity that Mr. Snippy has suddenly departed and cannot witness a real fairy community. Oh, well. Now, as to your troubles: I cannot save your old tree, little ones."
She glanced back at the flying saucer that emitted jets of flame. The fire had engulfed nearby buildings and was coming ever closer to our home.
We wept at the Wizard's grave declaration, cried that the fire would reach us soon.
"Hush, my pretties," the Wizard accosted. "I will take a single acorn from your tree with me, and plant it at the right place and the right time ...And from it, a new forest of Dean shall grow and provide splendor to the touristy masses!"
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We rejoiced much at such proposition and asked what is to become of us.
"You can live in my pocket till such time!" The Wizard assured us, opening a coat pocket.
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...and thus we departed from our old tree, with high hopes, placing our trust in the kindness of this noble traveler, praying that the Wizard would not simply turn us over to the Guide who would surely make us into soup.
The last one of us dove into the coat pocket as wrenched smoke filled the air, a wall of flames engulfing our tree whole.