Ironic, really. I was captured by a tribe of beings 1/8th my size. If I was stronger I suppose, I could have done something, but the lack of food was wearing on me. My talons were also gone, and I wasn't sure whether or not I could use the "burning hand" technique(as I dubbed it) without them. The teensie warriors jostled me outside. Tennsies were standing around, and all quickly looked to the opened door. No doubt the word had spread. It was a quaint village. The teensies were masters at using nature, and this was reflected in the structure of their closely packed huts. A tiny teensie child approached me. It was the image of innocence. He pointed a tiny finger at me, and said, "Mommiee, wazzat?" His mother rushed over, picked him up, and raced him away to the rear of the group of observers. I was led into the village center. It was an area of slightly raised ground. It had a nice earthy tone to it. There was a large totem, expertly carved in the center, which to my disliking, had old blood stains on it. I was led to the totem, and bound tightly. The villages circled the center, and all waited intently. The village chief approached, and took a standing spot in front of the totem. He began to speak... "This Sorin has been charged with the crimes of invading our territory, and assaulting a soldier! He has further instigated, that we are in danger, from an army that has taken his peoples land and is encroaching on us. He has gone so far to say that the leader of the army, is none other than Rayman.!'' The villagers as one let out an angry roar. "This will not stand!," began the chieftain, "For such a crime against us, he must be put to the death!" A cheer form the crowd seemed to seal my fate. It wasn't going to be a clean execution either. A small raised platform was set up next to me. Two teensies climbs upon it, hefting a large ax. The crowd was yelling, this was it, the teensies clumsily hefted the ax, and pulled back.... "CHEIF SPIGGUM! A WORD?!" The guards neatly missed my head and stuck the ax into the totem millimeters above my head. Something shot past me, and hovered near the spot were the chief stood. "Murfy, what's the meaning of this?'' said the startled chief. "What's going on here" sputtered Murfy. He looked very strained. "We were going to execute this vagrant, who was insinuating we are in some kind of danger." "Thats right Spiggum." started Murfy, "Were in a danger. We all are."