AN: God titles are difficult
The creature stopped, "I could've sworn there was more cave," It said, turning to him, "we have to go back, this is a dead end."
The boy looked at him confused, a moment ago there were what seemed to be miles of cave, only to watch it slowly disappear in front of his eyes, revealing a wall instead. There was something wrong with the wall though, all the other ones were rounded and covered in crystals, but this one was flat and bare. He moved past the little creature and touched the wall, when he did, the wall dissolved, starting with where his hand had been. Even the creature seemed surprised when the wall was gone, the creature shrugged and kept moving forward.
"Not to be rude but what are you?" He was trying to make conversation with the little beast while they were walking.
Without stopping, the creature responded, "I'm a pixie. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"It is," He thought about everything he had been taught about pixies, "If you're a pixie, why are you helping me? Aren't pixies supposed to, I don't know, bite me and steal my kids?"
The pixie laughed, "Oh dear no," It said, "That's faeries, they are the bad ones. We are a helpful bunch, but only to those who deserve to be helped."
"How do I tell the difference between pixies and faeries?" He asked
It turned to him and pointed to its ears, "See these?" he nodded, "Pixie's ears have rounded tops and small points on the back, whereas faeries have ears that are pointed at the top."
"Oh," They went back to walking quietly. After what seemed like forever, the little pixie stopped.
"We're here," It did not turn to him, instead just stared at a wall. The boy was about to question whether the pixie was sane, or whether he, himself, was sane, but then he remembered that he was told not to question anything, so he did not.
"All right, what next?" he asked.
The pixie turned to him, "You don't think any of this is weird? Are you that willing to follow not only a stranger, but a strange creature into somewhere you have been told would lead to your death if you entered?!" It asked him.
"You told me not to question you so I didn't," He said, "I trust you."
"And what reason did I give you to do that?" The stranger asked, trying to see why someone so smart would follow a stranger into a place that killed everyone that entered.
"You may have never given me a reason to trust you," He paused, thinking, "but I could never leave someone who needed my help, stranger, strange creature, or familiar face." He had been told that at a young age by someone whom he trusted.
