That simple burlap sack, full of the magical candy tears, was set down upon an ornate table that stood right before a small stained glass window. A window that was part of a great round room that took it's place within one of the tallest towers of the Keep. Mickey being the one who had the bag, respectively, after making amends with his heartbroken but now relieved Queen. He was given some fair attire, instead of that changed blanket and wore his personal servant's robe that he wore during his training with Yen Sid back in the day. Once again, he was fully surrounded by the friends he loved and knew for so long…. He was practically picked up by a very gleeful dog, taller than anything.
"Mick! Buddy ol pal! Thought we lost ya for good!"
"Goofy! Gosh, it's great to see ya!"
"Don't ya do that again, you ~" quacked a certain tone from the other end of the room before a duck was practically knocked over by a joyous mouse. " Waaaaa~ Idiot!"
"Donald!" wept Mickey now that he had the grouchy bird in a tight hug.
"I knew you could do it, I always knew!" squeaked two voices from two spry little chipmunks who were hiding up on one of the columns. "No, you didn't!" piped Chip. "Yeah, I did!" piped Dale again.
"I knew Pete would be too dumb to even find ya…" Donald mentioned.
Mickey laughed. "Perhaps I was too smart for that cat, haha! But, these heroes… wow, I gotta say that I'm in their debt. I wouldn't have made it far without them… Not that I really deserved their help. Most of this is my fault."
"No, it ain't, Mick." Goofy tried to reason. "You fought for the Kingdom, for us… everyone."
"We ain't givin' up!" Donald spoke up, quite sharply. "Because now, you brought an Imaginary with you. We need one for our plan."
Mickey's eyes widened. "You mean, you're talking about ~"
"Were you about to mention my Door, Donald Duck" spoke another familiar voice. One that was deep and wise.
Right there, at the doorway stood the tall and foreboding Wizard, who wore a draping dark nightly blue robe. He sported a great, long dark grey beard, nearly reaching all the way to the stone floor. His eyes were sharp and as intent as an eagle's glare yet deep within them, there was weakness. He looked over them as he entered the room.
"Oh b-b-boy…" Donald's feathers were ruffled in his bewilderment and finally decided to shut his beak.
"Oh~ oh, M-m-master Yen Sid," Mickey stammered, feeling incredibly rotten and not even worthy to even be in this tower.
Seeing the mouse delibrately avert his eyes from him and purely shrink before him, the tired Wizard gently pat him over the shoulder. "Now, now, I know you are usually the culprit of such trouble when it comes to my creations for the most part, such as cheating to get your simple chores done. Yet this does not make me think any less of you, Mickey Mouse. You meant it all through the good of your heart. Even though you did disobey me, yet again." the wise man smirked, ever so slightly.
With tears in the corners of his eyes, Mickey actually smiled, ashamed as well.
"With your miscalculation with Maleficent, and her decision to not kill you directly… both had opened some doors, so to speak." Yen Sid continued on towards that quaint round table where that burlap sack was placed. "You had brought a rare magic back with you." he spoke again as he took a single wrapped treat from the bag.
"The-the Imaginary…" Mickey whispered.
"What!?" Donald piped. "That pink elephant's it?"
"Ssh, Donald! They might hear ya…" Goofy hushed him. The Duck only grumbled, crossing his arms.
"During my ventures of becoming a Wizard, I have read about many wondrous things." Yen Sid began again. "Little do they come, Imaginaries. Children, who create them, usually forget them about a year after… therefore they only become obsolete memories. Before they are even known, they are forgotten, if left alone… Only a powerful spell can spare one."
"It was the compassion of the Blue Fairy…" Robin softly spoke. "… never once did she ever leave him with his own."
"Her magic was never wasted, and she spared a child's dying memory." Yen Sid looked to all of them. "Obsolete, he was… only in the hands of a worried child, the magic he unwittingly bore laid dormant. Usually, this magic made simple things happen, either effecting an object or two. In this case, there was a bag that he always kept with him, while the other was a makeshift rocket made from a red wagon and cardboard that could fly when a song was sung. Now that he was brought here by her mercy, for the sake of his creator as well, that same magic still exists… only it is much more powerful. All there is left for him to do is to embrace what he truly has, just like the Imaginary before him; Figment. The worst is done and Maleficent may have been so close to capture him and obtain his waking magic, but he is now safe and cared for, thanks to the Lady and all of you."
"If she would have claimed him back there, " Mickey shakily asked. "… I feared the worst."
"Catastrophe, to be exact." Yen Sid lowly spoke as he dropped the candy tear he took into a basin, full of crystal clear water. "Mickey Mouse, you've learned so much, in ways of magic as I have taught you."
The tear sunk into the water before oddly disintegrating into the enchanted water just before the water began to swirl and change color. "An Imaginary's magic, if suppressed, would become so potent over time… By the Blue Fairy's knowledge, this one had limited his magical potential for almost a decade. He must learn to embrace it as soon as possible. Gladly, he has made friends with the right people." the tired Wizard shared a half lit smile as he watched his magic got to work.
Right when the Wizard dropped the tear inside the basin, for Bing Bong, who was already feeling right at home in the garden, began to feel different. A good different, but it made him have to stop. Sarah and Woody both joined into the game, but as Bing Bong made a sharp turn behind one of the trees, Sarah grew braver and managed to catch the heffalump by jumping onto his back. He burst with laughter before he rolled to a stop. Nonetheless, Yen Sid silently sent a healing spell over their pink colored friend.
You have been hurt by evil yet it never changed you. Only to make you wiser, braver.
Embrace your future for you are no longer a prisoner.
The incantation was spoken and so it began its effect. When Bing Bong paused, he seemed a little lost in his own thoughts for a moment as his eyes lit up with a small gleam inside them. At first, he shook his head… feeling a little funny and confused. At first, he felt a little light headed but then… very peaceful. So much so that he began to get this warm feeling inside his chest. It was gentle but it started to reach to the end of his tail, his hands and feet. He sat, with his back to the tree, trying to figure out what this was.
Sarah got up, out of breath but simply happy before she noticed Bing Bong against one of the trees, being so still all of a sudden before Lumpy distracted her. Woody came to him first.
"Hey, partner, whoa… are you okay?"
"I don't know." Bing Bong answered, genuinely surprised and honestly, slightly scared. "I feel different…"
Woody noticed something that Bing Bong did not, which was the scratch on his leg. Gradually, that scratch disappeared, as though it was never there. Woody slowly began to smile before patting his pal on the knee.
"I wouldn't worry, Bing Bong."
Bing Bong looked down at his friend, quite taken by all this and not noticing the change just yet.
"What if it's somethin' that I-I need to know, like the… um… what happened in Pete's tent?"
Woody waved that off. "Oh, pfft, you don't need to worry about that. We're on Mickey's turf now. If anything magical happens, there's good purpose behind it."
"…but I dunno what to do. I dunno what I am. Or why I'm here…"
Seeing the trouble shining in Bing Bong's eyes, Woody looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was near. Sarah seemed to be looking for them.
"Tell you what. Lady Blue got you here. She knows there's something for you."
"Yeah, I know that. But I dunno. I feel different… A-a good kind of different, but I dunno what it is."
"And I'm gonna help you." Woody confidently answered, taking a spot on the nearest garden stone.
Using his knowledge he was told and taught during his own stay here in the Magic Kingdom, Woody was a toy, (that much he knew) who learned that his purpose was to be supportive and always there for his dear owners. The first being Andy Davis who then reluctantly gave him over to a little girl named Bonnie, who he had mentioned to Sarah more than once during this journey. A story of which he found was hard to tell himself. But just like himself, Woody knew, for a fact that Bing Bong had a lot to say too, but something was blocked off in the poor elephant's memory.
"You say that you remember the face of this kid, in your mind's eye. Isn't that right?"
Bing Bong nodded. "I-I do. I dunno why though. I feel like I knew her."
"Maybe you did once. Something probably happened that changed everything and that's probably why you don't remember anything. Maybe she doesn't remember either."
"I never thought about it like that before." the Imaginary replied, casually standing up.
"I said that because… well… I was forgotten once. Me and my friends, for about a decade, so I thought maybe something similar happened to you. I didn't mention anything before because… well, we were in the thick for a while back there."
Bing Bong grew worried for the cowboy, noticing how sad and deep Woody's voice was becoming.
"Forgotten…? That can't be true, can it?"
"Usually is. Kids. They can't be kids forever. They grow up and… leave you behind. It's a harsh thing to think about, but the best thing is to see them happy."