The group would arrive at the Winter Woods within a few moments. They all were just hoping that Vidia had made it and that the baskets were ready.

Milori and Phoebus were no longer leading them, instead they lingered towards the rear of the formation. Although the others were more focused on the distance ahead, Milori was even more distracted. His right leg was unbearably painful and he had practically lost all feeling in his shoulder. The agonizing soreness in his side made him stiffen but the pain still blazed in him. His head ached and throbbed as his vision suddenly began to blur.

He could only make out blurs of trees and the owls as he started to feel dazed. Slowly he began to appear as if he were falling to the right. Quickly Phoebus jerked and tilted to balance him. Milori's vision quickly cleared and he regained his focus, but the pain in his body intensified. When he looked up he saw the others had all stopped and were now staring at him. Slowly their owls hovered toward them, but he motioned for them to stop. "Go on ahead. I'll be fine,".

They all looked towards each other reluctantly a moment.

Periwinkle suddenly steered her owl in front of them, "Go on. I'll stay with him,".

"But," Tink began.

"It's ok. Besides, I can't go with you guys to the mainland anyway,".

Tink nodded and the others continued on ahead.

The ringing of the scouting fairies shell horns echoed through the Winter Woods. Everyone paused for a moment and looked to the skies. Five small white figures could been seen rapidly drawing closer.

"Quickly, everyone! We need to get these baskets in place!" Fairy Mary called out.

Everyone began working as quick as they could as Vidia and the other fast flying fairies whisked pixie dust into the last of the baskets. Quickly they pushed the baskets into place and had the five baskets lined up.

"Is he almost done with the letter yet?" Fairy Mary asked as she and Vidia approached the ministers who were crowded around Dewey.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to write fast when the writing has to be so large!" Dewey stated both annoyed and stressed.

"It's just a simple four word sentence!" Vidia protested.

"Look! If you want me to write fast then I can but no one will be able to read it and this whole thing will have been pointless!".

No one said anything more. They all just stared down at the sparrowman wide-eyed, taking a minor step back from him.

Shadows began to wash over them and the owls dove down to grab the baskets. Their talons were clenched tightly around them and they continued off towards the shore.

"Done!" Dewey declared as he quickly handed the note to Vidia and shadows of birds continued to race over them, "Don't lose this!".

She nodded and quickly leaped into the air, chasing after the others with the note using the little pixie dust she had left in the pouch.

Everyone watched as the five owls soon became unseeable and Vidia's trail of pixie dust began to fade into the distance.

A sudden hoot rang out behind them and everyone looked to see two more owls approaching. One owl quickly dove down to them and landed. Periwinkle hopped off and ran to her friends, she hugged them as tight as she possibly could.

"You're ok!" the Spike and Gliss cheered in unison.

Slush, Sled, Terence, Bobble, and Clank, ran up to them. They were gleeful and joyed as well.

The cheers of happiness quickly dispersed as another owl slowly descended towards them and the ministers. Everyone was silent as they watched the owl tough ground.

Milori extended his hand and waved it, a block of ice rose up out of the snow. Everyone's gazes followed him as he carefully hopped down with Clarion in his arms. He let out a short grunt as a jolt of pain coursed through his body. Milori cautiously lied Clarion down on the block of ice.

Once he did he faltered slightly and had to balance by pressing his hands to the edge of the block. His breathing became heavy and his vision blurred once again. Suddenly he started to feel light-headed and he collapsed to the ground, lying unconscious in the wispy snow.

Quickly the ministers, Fairy Mary, and Dewey rushed over to him. "Helena!" Fairy Mary called out.

Helena observed the countless bruises covering Milori. The large purple ones on either side of his temples suggested a third degree concussion. His visibly displaced shoulder advised that it was severely dislocated. Then the odd twist in his leg meant that it was probably broken, and the darkest bruise, that also was the largest, took up his entire right side, meaning that he had broken ribs as well. Worst of all, his pulse was slowly fading.

"He's alive, but not for much longer if he remains unconscious. He has several broken bones and a very severe concussion. The fact that he 'is' still alive is more surprising than anything. No living creature should be able to sustain these injuries," she stated after another few moments.

Dewey's thoughts immediately went back to those of Milori's rage. His strength being able to almost shatter his library still baffled him.

"I'm afraid there isn't much I can do but there is one thing," she continued.

"What can you do?" Redleaf asked.

"Well it will be undoubtedly painful for him and could be potentially painful for whomever decides to do so,".

"Potentially?" they all questioned in unison.

"What exactly do you have in mind that could 'potentially' be painful for one of us?" Redleaf inquired.

"Repositioning his shoulder and popping it back into its socket should relieve some of the stress on his body and will most definitely arouse him. How he reacts is where the potential pain for the person who does this successfully comes in. He may just merely tense, or he may end up breaking their nose,".

"Excuse me!" Snowflake interrupted.

"He won't do it on purpose, it will just be a reflex and depending on how strong these reflexes are will determine whether or not he...".

"So what you're saying is that in order to help him, we have risk him nearly knocking one of us out cold!".

"Well, yes,".

"Nope! I am definitely not doing that!".

"What exactly do you mean by one of us anyway?" Redleaf asked.

"I'm nowhere near strong enough to reposition his arm, one of you will have to do it,".

There was a long moment of silence then, "Fine. I'll do it,".

"What!", this was a shock to everyone.

"Red, he could possibly knock you unconscious or worse!" Snow argued.

"But it's the right thing to do,".

Snow let out a sigh, she knew there was no sense in arguing with him.

Helena quickly explained to him what to do and he got the general idea of what he had to be done. He slowly began to rotate Milori's arm inward and outward. His eyes squinted and he gave a nervous frown. Red could only imagine how it felt for Milori right now, it felt odd enough for him. Suddenly Milori's shoulder popped back into place.

Immediately a fist came straight at Red's face but stopped barely an inch away. He let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank goodness,".

"What in the?" Milori stated harshly, "What in Neverland did you do?". He immediately let out a grunt of pain as he began to sit up. As he was about to get up Helena stopped him.

"Your shoulder had been severely dislocated and it needed to be fixed,".

"That was probably the most awkward thing I've ever done. I hope I never have to do it again!" Redleaf stated, giving a shudder at the last part.

Milori let out a short laugh, but quickly he remembered the truth as to why his shoulder had needed the attention. Slowly he got to his knees, then his feet and looked down at Clarion still lying on the block.

The others looked down to the ground sadly as Milori stared at her. Tears glazed over his eyes again as he carefully took her hand. "It's going to be alright," he whispered.

I would have published this sooner but it was 3 o'clock in the morning when I had finished.

Dear Brittany,

Don't worry. The reason why I haven't written that in yet is because it would be awkward at this point because it is so sad. Again don't worry I will have that in there. ;)

~13bookworm