'Long ago, the human realm was on peaceful terms with the forest ruled by the Fairy King, but this wasn't necessary a symbol of friendship. I believe that it was nothing more than an unspoken agreement of not intervention. At the time I had lost my memory, all I could recall is a great impact and that man's face. But who he might have been and even who I was myself was both things that I had forgotten.'

Fishlegs, or Anthurium as he was called back then, had awoken in a deep dark cave and had no memory of who he was. All that he know was that he was a fairy and that a human had knocked him off a cliff for some reason or another.

"Anthurium!" a voice cried.

Fishlegs looked up and then saw two golems looking down at him and he immediately panicked. "Monsters!"

He then heard laughter and poking her head from behind the goal it was young giant girl with long black hair. She was wearing nothing but rags, but she it didn't look like that she cared either way.

"Did I surprise you?" she asked. "It's time for dinner!"

'Then I was found by a little giant girl, who took me in and saved me.'

The young giant introduced herself as Heather and had explained that she had run away from her tribe, because she was sick of fighting. She mentioned that she had an older brother, but she didn't mention anything beyond that no doubt indicating that they weren't very close.

Heather had given them a large variety of food, a bunch of food and two cooked pigs, one roasted and the other steamed.

"I've got roasted pork and steamed pork, take your pick," she said.

Fishlegs just reached for the fruit. "I would rather have the fruit."

"More than me I guess," she said and grabbed the steamed pork and began eating it. "So have you remembered anything besides your name yet?"

"Well, I sort of remember looking at a big tree from some strange place," he said.

"So is that place were used to live?" Heather asked.

"Maybe," Fishlegs sighed.

Heather looked at him. "Look Anthurium is a bit tricky for me to say, do you mind if I just call you Fishlegs?"

He blinked. "Why would you want to call me that?"

Heather smiled. "Well, I did find fish you out of the river and you do have skinny legs."

Fishlegs shrugged. "Fine, whatever."

Then the two golems that Heather had created walked up.

"Oh, I forgot to get you two some food," she said placing her finger on the ground. Suddenly mud pies appeared in front of the golems in the immediately began eating it.

Fishlegs looked impressed. "I never would have imagined that you could collate your own golems, Heather. Though they do say that giant have a strong connection to the earth."

Heather sighed. "Truth is I only created them because I was so lonely and I always wanted some friends around."

"I see," said Fishlegs.

Heather looked at them. "Sadly they can't talk to me and the only things they can do is stuff I tell them to do." She then looked at him and smiled. "That's why I'm so glad I got to meet you, Fishlegs."

Fishlegs smiled back. "Same here, if you hadn't been there to save me when I was not down by the river who knows what would've happened."

"Well, you're free to stay here and you get your memories back I would like having a real friend around," Heather offered.

Fishlegs nodded. "It's not like I have anywhere else to go."

'Even though I lost my memory, that was a really happy time for me. In fact, it may have been the reason why I chose to settle down there. Not realising what had happened during that time.'

It was late at night and Fishlegs was out searching for Heather who disappeared.

"Where could she be?" he said looking around. "I thought Heather—"

He then noticed Heather waving down at him. "Fishlegs, down here!"

He then noticed that she wasn't alone, standing next to her was a human hunter and apparently he had given Heather some soup.

The Hunter smiled as he flew down towards them. "Well, what do you know? Are you a fairy child? I would wager that a giant girl alone is a rare sight around here."

Fishlegs looked at him suspiciously. "Hey, Heather, let's go."

Heather wasn't too pleased that they had left the Hunter and she explained to Fishlegs that he was only offering them some soup.

"That human was given you some food?" he said surprised.

"Yes, he was," said Heather as she dipped her spoon into the soup. "He said that this soup has pheasant and mushrooms in it." She blew down on the spoon in order to call it and presented it to Fishlegs. "Here."

Fishlegs looked at this substance suspiciously. "Listen Heather…" He then took a sip and look at her firmly. "You shouldn't place too much trust in humans."

Heather frowned. "Why not?"

"Well, it's because…"

"Why do you think it such a bad idea to trust humans?" Heather asked.

That sentence had sparked a memory and Fishlegs remembered Tarragon asking him the same thing.

"They aren't like other races, year after year they get into wars with the own kind over the stupidest things," said Fishlegs bluntly.

"That's because unlike us they have a rich diversity of culture and different ways of thinking that we fairies just don't," Tarragon pointed out. "You're forgetting that we become complacent ever since the Holy War."

"And if you put your faith in humans, it's only going to come back and bite you," said Fishlegs.

"If that ever happens, come and set me straight okay," he said smiling and then took off. "That is what best friends for, aren't they?"

"Fishlegs, are you all right?" Heather asked.

Fishlegs shook his head and realise that he had blacked out for a second.

"You fell asleep again," she said.

"Tarragon was my best friend," he said rubbing his forehead.

Heather frowned. "Is something coming back to you?"

"So, he was my best friend. Who in the world was he and who am I?"

Heather could see that he was deeply troubled, but she had no idea how to help him.

A few days later it began to rain and Heather had suddenly come down with a fever.

"Just try and hang in there, Heather," he said looking at her frantically. "Can you hear me?"

Heather's was breathing rather heavily and he knew immediately that she needed help.

"Hold on, I'm going to find some herbs," he said.

Heather, delirious from her fever, grabbed Fishlegs.

"Come on," he said pleadingly.

"Please… don't leave me," she said weakly.

"But I—"

"Please don't, Fishlegs. I don't want to be lonely, I always hated being alone by myself. So please don't… leave me alone!"

Heather's last words then struck another memory in Fishlegs memory.

He remembered Shanna looking at him pleadingly as he decided to take off in search of Tarragon.

"Please don't go, Anthurium," she pleaded. "How can we keep the forest safe without your power to help us?"

"I can't leave, Tarragon alone like this," he said stubbornly. "But I will be back soon, Shanna. I swear!"

He then took off.

Fishlegs then found himself back in reality remembering Shanna.

"Shanna," he said and then he remembered that Heather was ill and try to free himself from her grip. "We don't have time for this! Heather, let go, let go already!"

"It's you two, I can't believe it," said a voice.

Fishlegs turned and saw at the entrance to the cave was the Hunter they met just a few days ago.

"The human," he blinked.

The Hunter then pulled out some herbs and began to mix some medicine and applied it to Heather.

"This is the best remedy I know for a fever," he said reassuringly. He then looked at Heather, who had finally relaxed and was now sleeping soundly. "Looks like she settling down now too."

Fishlegs looked at him gratefully. "Thanks for helping her and for that soup you gave us the other day. It was really delicious."

The Hunter blinked. "'The other day?' It's been more like a few decades since I ran into you two," he laughed.

Fishlegs then noticed for the first time that the Hunter looked older than he remembered, in fact he was now bald.

"Decades?" Fishlegs grasped.

'It was then that I realised that all the time that had gone by and what a fairy felt was a short time was something much longer for humans. A period that could span several of their lifetimes.'

A few days later or possibly decades, Fishlegs was playing tag with Heather.

"Hey, come back here!" Heather cried as she chased after him.

The two of them were laughing as Heather attempted to catch up to Fishlegs, who clearly had the advantage as he was able to fly.

"Would you say we make this more interesting," he said smiling. "If you catch me, I'll grant you one request anything you ask."

"Are you serious?" Heather asked.

Heather was now more determined than ever to chase after him, but then her rags caught in a tree branch and ripped apart.

Fishlegs immediately covered his eyes. "Heather, you're clothes!"

Sadly he was too distracted when Heather finally managed to grab him. "I got you, Fishlegs!"

"Never mind that, please put something on," Fishlegs pleaded.

Heather frowned. "That was the only thing I had."

A few moments later, Fishlegs was able to fashion Heather some clothes and even tied her hair in a ponytail.

"Wow, thank you so much for these clothes, Fishlegs," she beamed.

"I made by tanning and sewing up some dust bison hide," Fishlegs explained proudly.

Heather looked at him. "You think you can teach me how to make some too?"

Fishlegs smiled and gestured to his garments. "Sure, after all made these myself." He then frowned. "I made these myself?"

Fishlegs then began to remember when he showed his new clothes to Shanna and Tarragon.

"Well, I made this with my own two hands," he said.

Shanna looked at him suspiciously. "Did you learn how to make clothes like that from humans?"

Fishlegs immediately turned red. "Yeah right, I just happened to see them do it once!"

Tarragon chuckled. "Hey, Anthurium, I thought you said that you didn't like the humans."

Fishlegs narrowed his eyes. "All I said was that we shouldn't trust them."

Shanna shook her head. "Aren't you supposed to guarding the Fairy King Forest?"

Fishlegs then began to think long and hard about that certain memory.

"Guarding the Fairy King Forest?" he said frowning. "That is what I'm supposed to…"

"Fishlegs," said Heather.

Fishlegs jumped and looked at her. "Sorry."

"Forget that, look over there," Heather pointed.

Fishlegs looked down and saw small settlement at the base of the mountain.

"Houses in a place like this?" he said surprised.

The two of them then went down to investigate and they could definitely tell they were human made.

"There's so many of them," said Heather.

Fishlegs shook his head. "How did this happen?"

A man from one of the houses then approached them and with him was his wife and children. He looked at the two of them awe and looked quite surprising seeing them.

"You two wouldn't happen to be Heather and Fishlegs, by any chance would you?" he asked.

Heather immediately recognised him. "Hey, it's that old Hunter."

Fishlegs however noticed that the man, while resembling him, was much younger and his hair was black instead of blonde.

"No, no," said the man shaking his head. "It was my late grandpa that was the Hunter in the family, I just run the general store here in the village."

Heather and Fishlegs looked at one of them began to wonder how much time had passed.

"You grandpa?" they said.

The man shook his head. "I can't believe you to actually exist, my grandpa used to tell me that he would run into this young giant and fairy every now and again."

Heather smiled. "It's very nice to meet you."

The man chuckled. "How about we give you some food, my wife is a damn good cook."

Heather frowned and looked at Fishlegs. "Wife?"

Fishlegs looked at her. "Humans have short lives so they enter a contract called marriage in order to live on through their children. From what I understand humans share a much closer bond of friendship than any other race, but at the same time they often fight with one another."

Heather scratched her head. "This seems really confusing."

Fishlegs sighed. "To be perfectly honest I don't think I'll ever understand humans, they're so complexed people."

Heather then looked at him. "Oh yeah, there's still that one request that I wanted."

Fishlegs looked at her. "You mean you've decided what you want?"

Heather nodded. "I just want to be your friend forever."

Fishlegs smiled. "I was going to happen no matter what."

Then suddenly he heard the sound of a cart and horse and immediately memory entered into his mind.

He had just been informed that Tarragon and the ferries win with him were captured.

"By an old soldier with an eye patch," said an old fairy. "If we do not act soon."

"What are your orders, tell us?"

"Lead us Fairy King," a female fairy pleaded.

Fishlegs then woke up and found himself back in the cave and finally his memories had returned.

"I remember, I am the Fairy King Anthurium, I guarded the forest," he said shaking. "I went after my best friend Tarragon who had went for the human realm and roundup here. And then…" He then remembered all the dead bodies and the soldier that cutting down, "I remember everything now."

He had managed to disturb Heather who looked at him. "What's the matter, Fishlegs?"

Then they heard an explosion and immediately exited the cave, that's when they saw flames erupting from behind the mountain exactly where the settlement was.

"The village!" Heather cried. "They need help!"

"Stay here," Fishlegs instructed. "It's too dangerous, I'll go there by myself. And when it's over I'm going to…"

"You're going to go and look for your friend and when you find him, you'll go back to your people," Heather finished.

Fishlegs looked at her. "I'll be back and that's a promise."

He then took off and headed straight towards the village.

'In the end, I couldn't keep it. If I had known, then I would have acted sooner.'

Fishlegs arrived at the village and found it had been burnt to the ground and lying down on the ground were the human settlers, or them with nasty slashes on their backs. Not even the children had been spared and he just stared at the devastation.

He then recognised the Hunter's grandson and rushed over towards him, but he was dead as well. "What happened here?"

He then heard footsteps and turned his eyes widened, because standing before him was the knight with the eyepatch.

"You… but it's been hundreds of years, how could you be alive?" he grasped.

"I was about to ask you the very same," he said. "That day, I thought that man had caught you offguard and had killed you. So in revenge, I caught him offguard and pushed him over the cliff and then I…"

Fishlegs' eyes widened. "You're Tarragon. Is it really you?" He didn't answer, but his silence was confirmation enough. "It is. What were you thinking taking on that form?"

There was a large puff of smoke and Tarragon stood before him in his true form. "I did it so that I would never forget my hatred for humans."

Fishlegs stared at him, he had never expected those words come from Tarragon's mouth. "Hatred?"

"Yeah, that's right," he said looking at the dead humans with disdain. "It was the humans, the ones that I loved so much… they deceived countless numbers of my friends and stole the wings off their backs! Saying they would get a lot of money, one by one, wing by wing, slowly so that they wouldn't get damaged.

"Tell me, can you imagine it? How it felt to have one friend, after another to have their wings torn off right in front of you by someone you trusted? Ripping and snatching, ripping and snatching as their wings were plucked! The sound of everyone screaming 'Help me!' as breathed their last? Well, just try and imagine that! Hearing those sounds all those years… no, how it felt to have them echo in your head all these centuries! Come on try and imagine it, just try and imagine it Anthurium!"

Fishlegs could see the tears running down Tarragon and realise that his best friend had truly died that day. The fairy right in front of him, had gone mad with grief and while it was justified, all this slaughter was pointless. The ones responsible had died a centuries ago not to mention that this act could very well spike a war between the humans and fairies.

"How could you, Tarragon," said Fishlegs.

Tarragon apparently wasn't listening as he was crying out in grief. "And that is why I hate the humans! Hate them and killed them for 500 years, but even that hasn't been enough! No matter how many I kill those sounds won't go away! I kill and kill and keep killing and all those voices still won't go away! That's why… that's why I will wipe out all humans from this earth… every last one there won't be any left when I'm done!"

Fishlegs had heard enough and grabbed a white rose and then immediately tossed it at Tarragon. It moved so fast that he was able to see it, not before penetrated his heart and the white petals on the rose were soon covered in red blood.

Fishlegs didn't want to do it, but he had to fulfil the promise that he had made to Tarragon. He really wanted to talk this out, but clearly no amount of talking could have convinced Tarragon to stop the pointless slaughter.

Fishlegs then made his way over to his best friend's body and began to cry over him as he knew what had to be done. He may have had amnesia, but that didn't stop them from searching for answers instead of waiting around for them to appear. If he had been more proactive he could have prevented all the slaughter and he knew he had to take responsibility.

'I've got to atone for this, for making my friends suffer so much longer than anyone had to endure. For not realising what he was going through and for not keeping that important promise that I made to Heather, but I'm never going to forget.'

Fishlegs secretly made his way back to the cave and tossed a flower penetrating the back of Heather's neck. In doing so he made her forget every single memory that she had of him, knowing that has painful as it was to be alone it was more painful to lose the only friend they ever had.

After that Fishlegs remained in the village until the local authorities arrived, he then explained everything that had transpired and allows them to take into their custody. He was immediately trialled and the judge looked at him very gravely.

"For the mass slaughter of humans over the centuries by a single fairy, the burden is yours Fairy King for turning a blind eye and doing nothing. For Sloths," said the judge slamming his hammer onto the desk. "Your sentence is 1000 years imprisonment."

Fishlegs then found himself being escorted to a prison that was specially designed for him. He was so busy regretting everything that he failed to notice that one of the knights was a young 20 year old with emerald green eyes.

'I'm sorry that I can no longer be with you, Heather. And while you may not remember all the happy times we had together, I will treasure them for the next thousand years and if I ever meet you again I will share those times we had.'

Back in the present, Tarragon was completely bewildered by the sudden green force fields surrounding Heather and the others and was even more surprised that Fishlegs was able to summon it.

"Why? I thought the Sacred Tree would have abandoned you by now," he said. "How can you still draw out Chastiefol's full power like that?"

Ake and Gabrielle had regained consciousness.

"I feel so warm," said Ake and that's when he notes that his wound was healing itself. "My wounds."

The same thing was happening to Heather as all the holes in her body suddenly closed up.

"Chastiefol! Eighth Configuration: Pollen Garden," said Fishlegs sternly. "When the sacred tree is injured, it protects the wound from outside forces by releasing pollen that releases itself. As for how I was able to bring up that power, a certain human that I call a friend told me that no matter how many times you kick yourself in the butt do not going to fix anything."

He then vanished brief second later he hovered above the force field and looked directly at Tarragon. "The Sacred Tree exists to watch over the entire Fairy Realm, without any sense of good or evil."

Tarragon glared at him.

"Do you still intend to carry on, Tarragon?" Fishlegs asked. "After 700 years, do you still want to wipe out the human race?"

"I just don't want it," said Tarragon gritting his teeth. "I can't stop myself anymore! Listen up, Dragon Knights, I need all of your magical powers! Give me every last one you have!"

In the tower the Dragon Knights immediately began to give Tarragon all the magic power they possessed.

Tarragon laughter is the magic power filled his body. "Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!"

Fishlegs quickly had Chastiefol transformed back to its original form just as Tarragon transformed his holy sword into spinning blade and he propelled them straight towards Fishlegs. Fishlegs quickly used Chastiefol to spin around like a shield deflecting each of the shots and they rained down onto the houses below.

He then sent his spear towards Tarragon, who quickly reformed his holy sword and block the attack. He then pushed back the weapons towards Fishlegs, who quickly vanished and reappeared with the as the weapons went behind him. Tarragon had also vanished and reappeared above him and began sending his holy sword towards him while screaming.

Fishlegs quickly used Chastiefol to block every one of his attacks flawlessly, he then slammed his spear towards Tarragon, who quickly blocked it with his holy sword. Fishlegs then put as much weight into the attack as possible and Tarragon found himself weakening.

"I won't let myself lose! Do you hear me?" Tarragon roared.

He then pushed back and used transformed his holy sword into flying discs and send them flying towards Fishlegs. He however had transformed Chastiefol into it Increase Form and use the daggers to deflect each and every one of the discs and they crashed into the houses below.

In a blood frenzy, Tarragon kept on sending his discs towards Fishlegs despite the fact that he countering each and every one of them with his own daggers.

"It's going to be all right," said Fishlegs. "You can finally get some rest now, Tarragon."

He then re-formed Chastiefol and sent it spinning towards Tarragon and with one slice the two of them stopped fighting.

In the tower, the Dragon Knights watched as the orb was split into and it caused a small backlash of magic. The end result was that all the Dragon Knight were knocked unconscious.

Fishlegs looked at Tarragon, who appeared as if he was in the daze and then blood began to pour out of his mouth. Then a large gash appeared on his shoulder and he fell to the ground next to his helmet, he looked at it and reached out towards it. Fishlegs then landed on the ground and took the helmet and presented it to him.

"Hey, it's been a long time, hasn't it Anthurium" said Tarragon as he smiled at him. "You know that helmet was actually supposed to be a present for you, isn't that funny? There was something about it I kinda thought you like so I got it from a human, but what an idiot I was. One good look at it and anyone would tell you that it's lame."

Fishlegs began crying. "Yeah, you really are an idiot."

Tarragon smiled and then closed his eyes and took his last breath. Fishlegs then place the helmet on his chest and dried his eyes.

Skull then flew landed on his shoulder. "I know it was very difficult for you to do this, but you gave him peace which was the one thing that he longed for."

Fishlegs nodded. "I know. It's ironic, I used to be distrustful of humans and now look at me serving in a human kingdom."

"Fade often does have a funny sense of humour," Skull admitted. "The trick is learning how to take a joke."

"I suppose," said Fishlegs and then floated up towards Heather, who had regained consciousness. "You all right? Those were some nasty wound you got."

"I'm fine, thanks to you," Heather smiled and then she looked at him curiously. "You know the name Anthurium sounds very familiar, it's almost as if they had an important part in my life and I just can't remember it."

Fishlegs smiled. "Perhaps he was a friend."

Heather nodded and gave him a small smile.

Ake then approached them. "Do you mind telling me one thing? No matter how I look at it, I just can't wrap my head around the idea that you guys are plotting to overthrow the kingdom. So that's not the reason why you're here then what was the reason for coming in the first place?"

"We came here in order to rescue Princess Ruby, who had been abducted," Fishlegs explained.

Ake's eyes widened. "Abducted? Are you saying that Ruby is actually here right now?"

Meanwhile people were still screaming as explosions erupted around the city and all of them believe that they came from the Seven Deadly Sins. In truth the explosions were being caused by the battle between Alvin and Gustav.

The two of them were crashing their blades with one another neither one looked as if they were given an inch. They were currently fighting on a wall and had retreated a fair distance after the last swing of attacks.

"Come on, Lord Alvin, why don't you and I settle our differences here and now!" Gustav challenged.

"You are a rather brave King Gustav Larson? I can say that much for you," said Alvin curiously. He then frowned at him suspiciously. 'This punks abilities and intelligence seems almost boundless, from the way he's been talking it would appear that he is aware of our eternal affairs. The question is, what does he know and how much? The King's imprisonment? The kidnapping of the Princess? Or even the plan to resurrect the demons?'

Gustav looked at him squarely in the eye. "We're in a battle now," he said and then promptly vanished and reappeared directly behind Alvin. "Don't get lost in thought!"

He then swung his blade towards Alvin, but Alvin quickly blocked each and every attack.

"Get serious," he said as he turned to face him. "Show me the power only worthy of a true king!"

He then struck Gustav so hard that he sent him flying into a small hill.

"That really hurt," he said as he shrugged it off and then jumped to his feet. "I'm not done!"

However, the moment he got to his feet he found Alvin standing right in front of him and he promptly kicked aside.

"Are you planning to hold back on me until you're dead?" Alvin asked as he pointed his sword at Gustav.

Gustav chuckled slightly. "Why don't you try a little harder to draw it out of me?"

"If that's what you wish," said Alvin and his sword immediately produced black flames.

Gustav stopped laughing. "Black… flames?"

"Now die! Hellblaze Scream!" Alvin yelled as a flames from his sword expanded and then they began crashing down towards Gustav.

However someone then immediately appeared right in front of Gustav and the flames struck him. Then a brief second later, normal flames struck Alvin right in the chest sending him flying and he crashed into the wall.

It didn't take Alvin long to realise where the source came from. "He was actually able to repel my attack?"

"It seems if you've gotten more powerful since last time I saw you," said a voice within the dust cloud.

Alvin immediately recognised the voice. "I know that voice… could it be?"

The dust cloud suddenly began to disperse and standing there was none other than Hiccup and his fist was smouldering. "It's me all right and I'm not going to leave out Ruby," he said.