Welcome to the final enstalment of revenge of the pixies: And so wins the toad!
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We fly above the heads of the giant pink ones. Ha! We say, as they pass by without noticing us. They do not look so tought!
Nor do they even look big, as we fly above them at such a hight. But we must find the toad.
Purhaps if we find the king he will lead us unknowingly? Yes!
But he must ever no, this king who is so horrifying that even the brave golden one is scared of him.
Also, we must avoid the fiery one, lest he steal our flame once more.
There is the one we want! Follow, as he and we depart from the land of roofs to the more sophisticated boundless sky. Great is our joy at the freedom, though we know it cannot last.
Indeed, at that moment, he enters a strange smaller building.
Stealthily, we follow, determined to destroy the toads.
Have we found the kings thrown? It certainly seems to have more glorious outdoors then the room with the box. There are even plants in dirt.
We long to cause trouble, but we resist. The toad is more important. We must also remember that the fiery one is here, to protect the king. He shan't steel our fire!
There he is. The crafty toad, bane of our existence. Between two green bushes.
We rush forward in attack, two of us grabbing him. We seam victorious.
But then he attacks. The sworn enemy of us all, he flicks that devil-made tongue. He catches a breath kin!
We watch, unable to defend, as the evil toad swallows a breath kin. Then he flicks the tongue again.
We must not let him win! This is our battle cry, but as we get closer, he flicks it again. We have been trapped.
The last thing we hear on earth, before the being swallowed by the black abyss, was a sorrowful cry from the king.
"Trever, were are you?"