The alarms went off. Sprinkles where running through the halls everywhere. Screaming came from every corner of the tree. Pixie fell to the floor after getting kicked in the head by a Red.
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An hour or so later she woke. "Hel... hello?"
No one answered.
Then, in the dim light, a black figure started approaching. "Hello, Pixie."
"How do you know my name?"
"I have my ways."
"Get outof here! You are not welxome here!"
"I am not taking orders from a woodland creature so small in the world she doesn't even have wings!"
"No Sprinkle I know has wings!"
"Ha! Then you have nwver seen the other Sprinkles in the world!"
"What?"
"The other Sprinkles have wings!"
"You lie!"
"I know! And I am pretty darn good at it, aren't I?"
"We are the only Sprinkles in the whole forest! What do you want anyway? Are you going to eat me?"
"As much as I want to, I can't. I need you! My BlackOnes need something. Something pure evil that will fuel us once we run out of energy from you stupid fairies. You Sprinkles, the fairies, the elves. Powerful, but not long lasting. We'll need energy to come back and eat you all!"
"And what exactly is this "pure evil energy"?"
"It only comes from the Earth you Sprinkles visit so often."
"What is it?"
"It's called... gasoline."
"The stuff that the humans use to fuel their automobiles?"
"Yes!"
"Ok, on one condition."
"What? Anything you want!"
"Leave me and the rest of the fairies alone!"
"Um... I can't promise anything."
"Then no gasoline!"
"Ok! Ok!" The figure said, with his fingers crossed behind his back.
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The Sprinkles
FantasyPixie is a sprinkle. Sprinkles help children of the world sleep with good dreams. The children don't know that they are there, but they are. One day along the way of granting her child's dreams, Pixie sees something that she has never seen before. S...
