Uncertain on what to do during the day, the citizens of the kingdom looked toward the night to take action.
A group had gathered near the shore. Their purpose? Nobody could be certain. They looked around eyeing each other up, and then, they burst into action. A blur of activity just what was happening was hard to make out. A trail of light, growling, more lights these red almost blinding and then. Then the enormous wave rose up from the water and crashed down on the group.
They slowly dragged themselves further ashore. All but one. Astil would be unaccounted for.
She was on her way when a large imposing figure stepped in front of her blocking her path. She looked up into the face of the figure in front of her, eyes wide, and gasped. “Not you…”
She had always been a curious thing, and this curiosity had always gotten her into trouble. To night it would be deadly. She wondered about eavesdropping on some, watching others, when she came about a lone man standing in the shadows. Unable to control her curiosity she approached.
“Excuse me sir, but what are you doing?”
“Waiting” the man replied gruffly.
With a wide grin the man stepped out of the shadows and flashed the shiny blade he had in hand. “For you of course.”
Dragonmack’s screams could be heard throughout the kingdom but by the time anyone could make out where they came from it was too late.
Astil is missing. He was Tinkerbell, Magic Kingdom Aligned Hot-Tempered Fairy.
Dragonmack is dead. He was Alice, Magic Kingdom Aligned Daydreamer.