A/N: Hey all, this is my first ever fanfic, so please review! There will be a storyline, but things might seem a little random. Sorry about that.

Seth is awesome. But I'll never be able to characterize him the way Brandon Mull does. I wish I could.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fablehaven.

Chapter One: Remembering

Seth reclined in a comfortable hammock, hands behind his head. Beside him in adjacent hammocks lay Newel and Doren, both playing reed pipes. As Seth enjoyed the fact that talking was absent, and he allowed himself to look back to the past few months. Was it only last month that the Knights of Dawn were in a race against time to try to stop the demon prison Zzyx from opening? He ran through all the things he had done to help them – he had caught the leprechaun, went to the Singings Sisters, travelled to the Totem wall to obtain Vasilis, and used Vasilis to slay Graulas once and for all. It all seemed like a lifetime ago.

While Seth was proud of the things he had accomplished, sometimes he wondered where exactly he mustered the courage to do some of the things. He had known at that time that it was probable he would die, and yet he did it anyway. If he hadn't pleased the Singing sisters with his offers, they would have killed him. If he had shown fear to the Standing Dead behind the Totem Wall, he would have perished. He didn't do these things because there was no other choice. There was always another choice; to give up. And Seth knew that he would have never done that.

He wouldn't give up because of Lena, the naiad who sacrificed her life to end the dark plague in Fablehaven.

He wouldn't give up because of Dougan, the bear of a man who was eaten by Navarog, the Demon Prince. Vincent, who was trapped under ice in the Dreamstone. And lastly, Coulter, who was killed by Graulas when Seth healed him back at Fablehaven.

No. Giving up would never be a choice for Seth, due to these people. He knew that for certain now.

As Seth finally came to this statement, he realized the music had stopped. Apparently, the satyrs wanted something.

He waited.

"So… Seth." Newel examined his reed pipes. "How is the lovely couple?"

Seth furrowed his brow. "What are you talking about?"

"He means Kendra and Bracken," Doren stated.

"They're good, I guess. I don't really interfere with my sister's personal life. It's getting too mushy now." Seth was confused. "Why are you asking?"

"Oh, no reason, no reason," Newel said, a tad too lightly. "Just out of goodwill, you know?"

"Sure." Okay, now Seth knew there was something weird going on. Satyrs? Goodwill? Not a chance.

The satyrs were silent for a few moments. Seth knew that they would break soon. And he was right.

Doren rolled over to look at him. "Verl stole our TV."

"Doren!" Newel hissed.

"What? Were you going to lie to him?"

Newel glared at Doren, then turned to Seth. "We need your help."

"Starting with that doesn't make much of a difference either, you know."

"Shut up, Doren!"

Seth looked at the satyrs quizzically. "Shouldn't it be really easy to get it back? I mean, Verl… he's a nerd."

Newel pointed his finger at Seth triumphantly. "Exactly! He's a nerd!"

"Which means he does weird things," Doren added unhelpfully.

Seth raised his eyebrow. "Such as?"

"He booby trapped it," Newel scoffed.

"So lame," Doren agreed.

"If you guys are acting so nonchalant about it, why don't you just get it yourselves?" Seth asked.

The satyrs suddenly turned grave. "You don't understand," Newel whispered.

Doren started squirming. "He booby trapped the TV…"

"With razors," Newel finished.

"Sharp razors."

"Sharp, pointy razors."

They both shuddered, and Seth rolled his eyes. "How do you know that? How do I know you're not lying?"

"You think we didn't try?" Doren said indignantly. "Look what they did to me!" He started turning onto his stomach.

"Doren!" Newel cried out, covering his eyes. "There is no need to show us your hairless backside!"

Seth stifled a laugh. Both satyrs glared at him. "You think this is funny?" Newel scowled. "Doren, there is no need to show him the offer anymore. Let's go." Doren and Newel got up, Doren covering is butt with his hands.

Seth managed to regain his composure. "Look, I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing," sniffed Newel. "You have proved to be no – "

"Verl wants Kendra to come with him to the Chara. If she goes, he'll give back the TV." Doren blurted out. Newel glared at Doren.

Seth sat up. "The Chara? What's that?"

"It's this massive party. Everyone goes." Doren cleared his throat. "Everyone meaning the satyrs and the hamadryads.

And some fairies." Newel muttered a string of words under his breath, and Seth caught "Doren" and "brain" and "pea".

"A party," Seth mused. "How come I've never heard of it?"

"Well, I guess Stan never told you about it. Magical creatures party too, you know! This one is a celebration of joy, hence the name." As Doren talked enthusiastically, Newel waved around quotation marks at the word "joy".

Seth frowned. "That sounds a bit boring."

"Oh trust me, it's quite the opposite! There's awesome music, and dancing, and food, and hamadryads everywhere, and food…"

Doren trailed off and stared blissfully into the distance.

"Cool," Seth said. "Can I come?"

Doren and Newel exchanged glances. "If you can get Kendra to go with Verl," Doren said.

"But that's nearly impossible!" Seth exclaimed. "She already has a boyfriend!"

Newel shook his head. "No Kendra, no Seth."

"Fine. It's not worth it if it's just a party."

"But we have something else!" Newel said quickly.

"Something in addition to the party," added Doren.

Seth stared back up into the sky. "I'm listening."

Doren got up from his hammock and trotted over to a nearby rock. From behind it he produced a very small wooden box. He came back, and with a flourish, opened the box. Inside rested a ring.

"Uh, Doren? Sorry to disappoint you, but you're not my type."

"No, Seth. Watch this." Newel took the ring out of the box and slid it on his ring finger. All of a sudden he was gone.

"Whoa!" Seth fell out of his hammock and stumbled on to his feet. "Where'd you go?"

"I'm still here." Newel's voice sounded out right in front of him. "Just… invisible."

"That is so cool," Seth breathed. In his whole life, he had been invisible in three different ways. One was the glove that Coulter showed him, but if you moved you became visible. The second was a bracelet he had stolen from a goblin assassin, but it had disintegrated soon after Seth took it from its owner. The third was shade walking, but that only worked in, well, the shade.

"Was this from the tar pit?" Seth asked.

Doren nodded. "Yeah. There's a bunch of other stuff we found, but we thought you might like this. It was extremely difficult to find because it was so tiny."

Seth reached for the ring but Newel snatched it away. "Nuh uh uh. Not until you get Kendra to go to the party with Verl."

Seth crossed his arms. "Then how do I know that thing will work on humans?"

Newel and Doren looked at each other. "Fair enough point." Newel handed the ring over to Seth, who put it on. Nothing happened.

"You have to twist it," said Doren.

Seth twisted the ring. When he looked down, he could still see his body. He looked back at the satyrs, who were still staring at him. "Can you see me?"

"Nope," Newel said.

Seth didn't know whether or not they were lying, so he quietly backed away and moved slightly to the right. The satyrs remained staring at where Seth used to be until a twig snapped under his foot. Newel looked wildly for him. "If you're thinking about running away with the ring, there will be serious consequences!" Newel shouted.

Seth twisted the ring again. "No worries. I would never do that."

"On the contrary, you probably would." Newel took back the ring and put it back into the box. "So?"

"That's an awesome ring. I'll get Kendra to come." Although how, Seth had no idea.

Newel and Doren visibly relaxed. "The party's on Thursday. We'll be waiting in front of the yard at about seven. Bring Kendra. Don't be late."

"Deal." Seth held out his hand, and Newel shook it. Seth heard someone calling him from the house, and he turned.

"Seth!" Vanessa's head popped through the doorway. "Lunch time."

The satyrs lost their serious composures. "Is that the lovely Vanessa Santoro?" Doren said, hand over

his heart.

Newel began patting down his hair. "Would you like me to accompany you up to the house, Seth?"

Seth grinned. "Nah, I'm good. See you later." With that, he trotted back to the house with the satyrs looking on.

Newel scowled. "He totally brushed us off."

Doren agreed. They stood together in silence for a few moments.

Doren turned to Newel. "Want to steal some soup? I'm starving."

Newel slapped Doren on the back. "Let's go, man."

Together, arms slung over each other's shoulders, they disappeared into the woods.