Golden fields stretched as far as the eye can see, the sun blazing a beautiful golden red upon the peaks of the mountains! So gorgeous! So appealing! So totally lost upon the pixies…

Hp and Sanderson were walking along the dirt road after having got so tired of peddling their bike. Hp held a map and was trying to interpret what the heck it meant; While Sanderson leaned on the bike.

"Well, Sanderson," the Head pixie said in a boring business like tone. " Remind me never to borrow a map from Juandissimo ever again."

Hp tossed the Spanish map away and decided to just guess where they were.

" Hp," Sanderson said in the same tone as Hp. " We could just flip a coin."

" Good idea, Sanderson."

Hp reached into the pocket of his double-breasted business suit. He pulled out a silver coin with a star on it.

" Isn't that anti-Chelsea's lucky coin?" asked Sanderson.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

The coin brought back a lot of unpleasant memories of anti-Cosmo and anti-Chelsea. Like the first time they met, in jail…or like when anti-Chelsea decided pixies needed more fun and she nearly killed them all with a prank…real fond memories. NOT!

" Heads… or Star means we go down the right." Hp said. " The foxtail means we go left."

To the right of them was a sunny meadow with a stream running across it and a small bridge. To their left how ever was a dark and dead forest. The forest looked more like dead sticks then trees.

Hp flicked the coin up and it sparkled in the evening sun before it came spiraling down.

The coin landed foxtail up.

"Well, Hp, looks like were off to the forest."

As the two of them entered the forest, Sanderson saw something out of the corner of his eye. He wandered over to it and pulled it out of a stick bush.

" What's that Sanderson?" Hp asked.

" it looks like a half rusted metal sign."

" What does it say?"

" It says bewa… evi… kille… spri…? It's impossible to read with half of it gone."

" Well, just leave it. Probably nothing important."

Sanderson tossed the sign back but wrote down what he could read on a pocket book. He picked back up the bike and ran to catch up with his boss.

Sanderson and Hp lost all track of time after about an hour or half an hour or two hours…well, they didn't know. It was too dark to see each other! Let alone their watches.

Sanderson jumped at every noise and Hp sighed.

" Would you like to go back Sanderson?" Hp asked the terrified pixie.

"N-n-no, w-were probably al-almost their any w-way."

" Are you sure?"

" Yes."

They continued on and the tension and noises got worse. The squeaking of the bike's wheels, the creepy call of some sinful bird, their own breathing, and the trickle of water, it all seemed to intensify and then seemed to come to an abrupt halt.

The pixies stood petrified with fear. Something was not right. No, something defiantly was not right!

Sanderson and Hp went pale when a sudden buzzing noise appeared. Not really a buzz, but a flapping sound as well. It sounded far off and was getting louder, and closer.

The pixies were petrified to the ground. They knew only one thing in the universe could make that sound. Suddenly, the trees in front of them were engulfed in flame. an explosion went off to their right and they felt hands grab them from behind.