Pinocchio clapped his hands, impatiently. Tom quickly entered the hall, downtrodden. "Yes, master?"
"Go to the nearby village and get me something... exotic to eat. I feel like being surprised tonight."
"Yes master." replied Tom and left the castle. It was a very lucky day for him, as leaving the castle was almost a privilege. Tom cherised every moment he spent away from Pinocchio. Not to mention, it was a chance to talk with other people. But he had to go back. He had to, if he ever wanted to see his wife again.
Tom quickly made his way to the town down the mountains and filled his basket with many fruits and exotic slices of meat that he thought his master might enjoy.
And he had an infinite amount of gold with him, as usual.
Wasn't long until Tom found his basket full and was forced to start the journey back. It had been a long day and the night was beautiful. He sat down on a bridge and rested his feet in water for a few minutes and then lied down out of exhaustion, seeing the Blue Star shining in the sky.
I wish...
"I hear your wish." said a voice behind him. Tom jolted up to see the Blue Fairy smiling at him. "But it is impossible. Your wife is dead, Thomas and I cannot return him to you."
Tom's hope turned into hatred. "The Dark One will pay for this. I will make him pay for this, even if it takes my whole life!"
He cried for his beloved and looked up with teary eyes, meeting the compassionate and sympathetic eyes of the Fairy.
"Can you help me pay?"
"I can only grant wishes of good and pure, not those of dark and evil."
"How is it evil when one is trying to get rid of a greater evil?" asked Tom.
"It is. Evil is not a point of view, Thomas."
"Then at least... tell me. Tell me a way to... to stop him, wouldn't that be good?"
The Blue Fairy's eyes went glassy for a second and she seemed to be fighting herself. Ultimately, one of the sides won.
"There is a way. Pinocchio has one weakness. A magical dagger where his name is imprinted on. If you find the dagger, you control his actions, but you cannot kill him. There is no way to accomplish this." she said.
"Where is the dagger?" Tom asked.
"Hidden in the castle. Go now, before he suspects you missing."
Tom grabbed the basket and walked on. He would've run, but he couldn't let Pinocchio suspect anything.
Author's Notes: I'd just like to point out that this Tom and Emma II's great-greatgrandfather are two entirely different people.