Sorry to take so long, I've had exams and a second story to write as well as this one. Enjoy.

In the confines of her small prison, Crysta couldn't help but get a sense of déjà vu. The walls that had suddenly caged her were warm and slightly rough. She didn't have time to ponder the nature of her surroundings because no more then a minute later, the top opened and revealed the walls to be the pink colour of a pair of human hands.

Crysta stared perplexed up at the human who caught her. He was a young adult, ranging around early twenties and was dressed in torn, ragged jeans and a pale blue, dirt stained muscle shirt. His skin was heavily tanned and enhanced the finely toned muscles that laced his bare arms. Crysta looked up to his face; his long blonde hair, that wasn't hidden by a cap, was tied back into a low ponytail and his jaw was covered with dark blonde stubble. Dark brown eyes smiled down at her.

'Hey Crysta.'

His voice was mellow and entwined with excitement. Crysta gawped at him.

'Zack?'

'The one and only,' Zack smiled, showing a row of white teeth.

Crysta unexpectedly shot at his face and Zack stumbled back in surprise. Taken back by her sudden attack, he wondered if he'd done something to upset her, but as he crossed his eyes to see what damage she was doing to his face, he almost laughed as he found the little Fairy was hugging his nose.

'I've missed you so much! It's great to see you again.'

Zack plucked the Fairy off of his nose and placed her gently onto his palm.

'It's great to see you too, Crysta. How've you been?'

'I am well. How about you? What is this thing by the way? Is there some magic force field protecting it?' Crysta asked, noticing her surroundings.

She was inside the 'thing' that she tried, but failed to enter in the first place.

'You haven't changed a bit,' Zack laughed, 'I thought you had figured it out by now that we humans have no magic.'

'Then what repelled me?'

'Its called glass,' Zack explained, he carried her over to the window and tapped on it. 'It's a solid object, but it's just see-through. See?'

Crysta floated off his hand to inspect the glass, a ghost like figure of herself and Zack stared back at her and copied their every movement. She placed a hand against it and was shocked at how cold it was. She then pressed her forehead against it and noticed her transparent-self disappeared and she was able to see the world out side clearly. The edge of the trees was a stark black silhouette against the fading pinkish orange sky.

She pushed herself away and watched fascinated as a silvery grey halo gradually vanished around the area where her hands and head had been. Zack saw her curiosity spark and smirked. He placed his face close to the window and breathed. Once the oval of silver had formed, he drew a smiley face with his finger. Crysta watched and tried to imitate. However the area of silver she made was so small that it disappeared before she could draw anything. Her frustrated attempts made Zack chuckle.

'No fair, no fair,' she whined as Zack breathed another lasting mist over his old one and drew another smiley face, but this one had its tongue sticking out mockingly. Crysta glared at him and Zack just laughed.

Crysta decided to ignore him for making fun of her and began to explore the confines of this strange hollow box. Zack returned to his laptop and did some work while he waited for her to talk to him again. It was sooner than he expected.

'What is this thing?' Crysta repeated.

'It's a trailer.'

'Trailer,' she tested, 'And what about this?'

Zack had to turn around to see what she was pointing at.

'That's a light bulb.'

'Light bulb.'

Zack watched her hover about the light like a moth and was causing flickering shadows across the walls.

'Don't touch it,' Zack warned, 'it'll burn you.'

Zack gave up on his work and sat contently watching Crysta flit around the room pointing and testing the unfamiliar words.

Zack was unbelievably happy to see her. On the day that he left, the urge to remain shrunk and stay with her was strong, but as a human there were things he could do to protect her and the forest from another disaster. That had been his only goal for the past year and now he has returned once more, not to destroy it, but to save it. Seeing Crysta again was an added bonus.

'So what are you doing here? Why have so many humans come here? Are you with them? You're not here to cut down trees again are you?' Crysta asked.

Her curiosity hasn't shrunk a bit, Zack thought.

'No we're not.' He reassured her, 'But we are here to help.'

'How?' Crysta flew to his eye line, curiosity evident on her small face.

'Err, it's a bit complicated, but basically we're going to test the condition of the soil, trees, plants and observe animal behavior to see the progress of the forest. We have the means to 'help' if there are any problems stunting the forests recovery.'

'So…you're going to help things grow?' Crysta said unsurely.

'Yeah.' Zack said.

Crysta split into a huge grin.

'So you're going to become a tree spirit of some sort.'

Zack laughed.

Pips and the Beetle boys had finished their sweep and returned to the tree which they were hiding in earlier. Pips looked around him, trying to spot Crysta's blue trail amongst the neighboring trees. He then let his eyes sweep over the camp site, but there was no sign of her there either. Batty also seemed to be missing.

Where could they be? Pips ordered the Beetle boys to split up and search for her.

'Ohhhhhh nooooooooo!'

Pips barely dodged as a brown furry fluff ball with wings flew into the tree behind him and left a Batty shaped mark behind as he slid to the floor. Pips was onto him in a second.

'Where's Crysta?!' Pips demanded.

Batty lifted his head and looked at Pips in a disoriented fashion. His ears flopped over his eyes and he was having difficulties keeping focus on one object. He began jabbing his claw at two Pips.

'Owshoe I know bro? Shez your girlno? Batty slurred.

Pips blushed and then slapped Batty's antenna…hard. Batty howled and clutched his head.

'Can't you do anything without resorting to violence?' Batty complained.

'Where's Crysta?!'

Suddenly behind them was the snapping of twigs and Pips whirled to find a human looking down upon them.

I actually have no idea what colour Zack's eyes are or how his name is spelt. Is it Zack Zac or Zak? I guess it doesn't really matter, they all sound the same. Review people.