"We're in fairyland." Pam breathed. "Fairyland."

It was then when she realized something very important. These aren't monsters. These are fairies. Why would anyone lock away fairies? She remembered when the king first decreed that all magical things be locked away and she remembered wondering why.

Seventeen year old Pam walked into the king's room. He had his feet propped up on the desk and was in the middle of a phone call.

"King Michael?" she asked.

"What?" He looked up and saw her. "Oh! Princess Pam! Hey," he started talking to the phone. "Listen, I should go. Princess Pam just-"

"Princess Pam?" A tinny voice came out of the phone. "That kid who takes up space in your castle? Am I on speakerphone?"

Michael took him off speakerphone. "Yes."

Princess Pam heard a mumbling come out of the phone, which had been picked up by Michael and was pressed to his ear. Every once and a while, he would laugh at something the other man said.

"Michael," she tried again. "I really have to talk to you."

"Alright, well-" he laughed again. "You shouldn't say that! Alright, Packer, I have to go."

At the name, Pam rolled her eyes. Packer was a king from another kingdom. He was disgusting, to say the least.

Once he hung up, Michael looked at her. "Alright, but make it quick. I'm expecting a visit from my lady."

"Which one?" she asked, her tone flat.

"Jan, of course. Lovely lady Jan." He chuckled. "'Which one?' Silly."

"Well, you could have meant Holly-"she began, then shook her head. She had more important things to say. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Did you know that all the magical creatures in Scrantonia are being locked away?"

"Yeah, but it's okay. I'm allowing it."

"Wha-It's not okay! Why?"

"People don't like what they don't understand. So, get rid of what people don't understand and, BAM!" He slammed the desk for emphasis and Pam jumped. "No more creatures, no more fear, happier kingdom. Bada, bing, bada, boom."

"But I asked Sir Toby and he said-"

"Oh, blech! You asked Toby? No one cares about Toby. If I had the authority, I would lock him away too."

"But you do have the auth-" She stopped herself. There was nothing more she could say.

But there's got to be something I can do! Pam thought. Something to save all this!

"Well, come on, guys! Plenty more to see. Plenty." Meredith floated back down to the ground and started walking forward. In this way, she led the trio on a tour of fairyland.

They passed lots of fairies, who all seemed to be in a hurry. Suddenly, Pam started walking away.

"Pam, where are you going?" Jim asked, but she couldn't hear him.

She tapped one fairy on the shoulder. "Kelly?"

The fairy turned around and, indeed, it was Kelly. "Pam?"

"Kelly, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I went on a quest and wound up here. I found a nice guy who let me stay here and I've never been happier. Sometimes, I remember my days in the castle and I wonder why I didn't leave sooner! I guess I just found what I was looking for."

Pam nodded. "I guess."

Kelly looked over her shoulder at a male fairy who was waving at her. "Well, I'd better go. It's good to see you again."

"You too."

When Pam came back to the group, Jim asked, "Who was that?"

"Oh, someone I used to know." Pam smiled, her hope in the fate of the quest restored.

The group continued traveling and soon, they arrived at what looked like a little fairy apartment building.

"Home, sweet home." Meredith said.

Leaning against the building was an adorably plump fairy with a blue aura surrounding him. "Hey, Meredith. Welcome back," he said.

"Hey, Kevin. Good to be back." She replied before walking inside. Jim, Pam, and Dwight followed her in.

"Make yourself at home." Meredith said, flopping into a chair. Surveying the area, Pam saw there were a few chairs, a couple pictures, and a couch right in the middle of the room. She also noticed there was a plume of smoke coming from behind the couch.

"Um, Meredith," she said, pointing at it. Meredith didn't even look up.

"Yeah, I've been housing him for a while. Just until he gets on his feet, you know?" Pam walked over to the couch and peered behind it. An older male fairy with a green aura sat by a fire, warming his hands. When he noticed Pam was watching him, he looked up at her.

"Get your own." he said.

My own . . . fire? she thought.

"Is he-" Meredith walked over. "Not in the house, Creed!"

"Oh, get a life, old bones, and stop bothering me about mine."

"As long as you live in this house, you will follow my rules."

"Um," Pam started, thoroughly confused.

"Why is everyone in such a hurry?" Jim supplied.

"They're crowning a new queen." Meredith said.

Pam frowned. "But, what about King Michael? He still rules this part of Scrantonia, right?"

"DON'T START ME ON KING MICHAEL!" came a shout from behind the couch.

"Oh, now you've done it." Meredith sighed as Creed continued ranting.

"That so-and-so took me from my family-"

"He didn't take you from your family, Creed."

"And took me off my land-"

"He didn't take you off your land, Creed."

"My children, my beautiful children, have to fare without their father-"

"You don't have kids, Creed."

"Look, you want to rant, do it after me, but quit interrupting my-"

"Look," Meredith said, talking to Pam. "The fairies just don't like King Michael because he doesn't know what he's doing and should have never been given any power in the first place." Pam didn't argue. "So, instead, the fairies choose their own ruler." Meredith turned to Jim and Dwight. "Would you like to go to the initiation ceremony?"

"It's been a while since I've been to an initiation ceremony." Dwight said, wistfully.

Jim and Pam made eye contact. " . . . Sure." Jim sighed. "Why not?"

I put a poll on my profile about who the new fairy queen will be. I've already decided who it will be, but I want to see if you can guess.