"What is this?" cried Pips, crashing to the earth. As Pips had ventured further towards Zak and the land of the humans, clouds of evil overwhelmed him. Living in Ferngully, he had never felt such an oppressive force. Fluttering his wings, Pips found he was unable to carry himself off the ground. When he had been in the sky strange clouds had overwhelmed him, forcing Pips to steadily drop lower. Humans would use "pollution" to describe the force, unbeknownst to Pips. The lights of the humans, twinkling and brighter than the stars, were much harder to see now. Night had fallen, and Pips was starting to regret his choices. Screams, tiny and faint, met Pips ears.
"Who is there?" He called, hiding his fear. To his surprise, it was not a "who" that was calling out to him, but a "what". The ground, hard, very hard like stone, was reverberating. Nature was imprisoned here, and straining to get out. Somehow Pips knew this was the human's doing. Again, Pips questioned his motives, wondering if he had made the right choice. Before too much doubt had set in, Pips reminded himself of the reasons why he could not turn back yet. Crysta, and all of Ferngully, needed this. Forcing himself to carry on, Pips kept moving forward, this time by foot. A red light caught his eye. The light was soft and fuzzy, which was very similar to the light of his kind.
"Hey!" He called after the pixie. Running after the light, he found the strength to take flight with enough speed to catch up. With a thud, Pips hit a strange surface surrounding the not-pixie. It was a man made creation travelling at incredible speed. Pips smiled, realizing this machine of man would surely take him to humans, and more likely than not, Zak. Ferngully was saved. All Pips had to do now was rest by the not-pixie, a taillight as man might refer to it, and find the humans who would help Ferngully into a new age. Pips had no idea of the worry he had caused at home.
"Pips!" called Crysta. No response. After she had flown through most of Ferngully, she feared the worst. No one in Ferngully had seen him, and worse still, his things had been left undisturbed. No pixie in recent memory had left the comforts of Ferngully. Returning to her home once more, Crysta slumped miserably across the foot of her bed. She felt incredibly foolish for not seeing through his strange actions earlier that day. Pangs rang through her heart. The loss she felt now was greater than she had ever dared felt.
