So, while I'm sure it's obvious by now, I just wanted to mention that I am changing up a few things from the game to try and give it a more narrative perspective. Of course, I'm going to be elaborating on the events as well, due to something there not being a whole lot to work with. Either way, I hope everyone is cool with the adjustments. There will be plot reasons for them that will become apparent as we get further along in the story.


Traveling through the Woods of Light to get to the Fairy Glade turned out to be not as unpleasant as Lottie had first thought. The only difference was, it seemed to be taking way longer than she remembered it being in the game. Just how big was this place?

They moved in relative silence, climbing rocks and skirting trees, which was only broken by Globox's casual humming as they went. This gave Lottie the chance to be alone with her thoughts. Now that they were out of immediate danger, she began attempting to strain her mind to see what else she could remember. She was disappointed to find that there wasn't much. She deliberated on what she could recall, playing the Rayman games, but that was basically it.

She tried to focus on what else had been in the room. What color had the couch been? What had been surrounding the TV? Had there been any other people, or had she been alone? Did she have a family or friends? Did she go to school, or have a job? The more she ruminated on it, the more she realized that she had the understanding of these concepts, basic knowledge of being human. However, any specifics about her in particular simply came back as a blur. The sensation turned out to be rather distressing. Just what the hell did that even mean? It was starting to give her a headache!

She didn't have too long to ponder, though, before a whining buzz suddenly caught the party's attention, and in zoomed a flash of green. Lottie immediately recognized the bottle fly as Rayman's guide, Murphy. Which she then found to be rather unfair. How come she could remember exactly who this character was, but couldn't even recall one way or another if her own name was even, Lottie? Either way, she decided to keep it to herself for the time being.

"Hi Rayman! Glad to see that you and Globox escaped!" he cheered to them, until his large, shining bug eyes landed on Lottie. "Oh, who's the new kid?" he wondered at her.

Said 'new kid' was unable to stop her eyes from rolling into her head. Her appearance must be making her seem way younger than she was, or at least, younger than she felt!

"Hey, Murphy. I'm also happy to see that you're okay," Rayman told him emphatically before addressing the question. "This is Lottie," he explained motioning towards her. "Ly told Globox that we needed to bring her with us when we broke out of the prison ship. Speaking of which, we need to find her as soon as possible. Do you have any idea where she might be?" he wondered, his tone steady and serious.

"I uh. . ." he trailed off, acting reluctant to continue, but he let out a deep sigh and managed to press on. "She got grabbed by a group of pirates who were attacking some Teensies. Last I saw, they were hauling her off towards the Fairy Glade," he admitted.

"What? And you didn't do anything to help her?" Rayman demanded with indignation.

"What exactly was I supposed to do about it? All trying to help would have done was get me captured too!" the fly snapped back, crossing his arms in a pout. "Besides, you've got a fairy right there! Why can't you just have her help you?" he argued, pointing an accusatory finger in Lottie's direction.

Rayman rubbed at his eyes with clear frustration. "Because, we're not sure how she's supposed to help. That's why we need to see Ly!" he barked.

"What do you mean? Can't she just use her magic?" Murphy zipped over towards her to take a closer look before giving her a couple of pokes on the head. "What's the matter, fairy girl? You broken, or something?" he asked.

"So, what if I am?" she whined irritably, waving him off like the annoying gnat that he was. "I'm pretty sure I can't use magic. If I could, don't you think I would have broken out of that prison ship on my own, or something?" she argued, earning her confused looks from everyone present.

"Wait, did you just say that you can't, use magic?" Rayman repeated, sounding legitimately concerned at this sudden revelation.

"Well, I mean, I've never used it before, so. . ." she trailed, her tone losing some of its earlier conviction.

"That doesn't mean you can't. I'm sure you could if you just put your mind to it. Why don't you give it a try?" Globox suddenly chimed in, attempting to encourage her with a few head pats.

"I–" Lottie hesitated, not entirely sure how to respond to that. "How exactly am I supposed to try using magic? What does that even mean?" she lamented, fighting to keep her voice calm.

"Ugh, this is turning into an even bigger mess! The sooner we can rescue Ly, the better!" Rayman interjected. "Murphy, can you at least show us where they took her?" he requested.

"Well, not exactly," he replied with a shuffle. "But I did overhear them saying something about taking her to the Glade to siphon off her power, so I'm guessing she's still there somewhere," he was at least able to offer. "Anyway, I gotta run. Good luck with all this, Rayman! Later!" And with that, the green bottle fly waved them a final salute and vanished into the sky.

Rayman let out a low groan as he watched him disappear, earning him his own set of comforting pats from his best friend.

"Don't worry, Rayman. I'm sure we'll be able to save Ly," he offered.

"Yeah, and then maybe she can tell us how a fairy is supposed to be powerful if they aren't even able to use magic?" he shot in Lottie's direction, which she returned with a scowl.

She knew he was looking for some kind of logical explanation, but she wasn't sure how to even begin to give him one!

. . .

Venturing further onward, it wasn't long before they came upon a clearing that had a strange sort of cry echoing from within. It almost sounded like some kind of squeaky calling for help. Glancing in the direction of the noise, Lottie found it to be coming from a cage located high up on an outcropping of rock. More victims of the pirates, no doubt.

"Hey, Rayman. Do you hear that?" Globox wondered obtusely, glancing around to try and locate what the others had already found.

"Yeah, sounds like a group of Teensies are trapped in that cage up there," he replied, pointing it out to his blue friend.

"Oh my goodness! That's terrible! We've gotta help them!" Globox was quick to decide.

"I know, but first, we've gotta find a way up there," he reasoned in reply, before his gaze ultimately fell on Lottie. "Yo, fairy girl. You think you could fly me up to that ledge?" he wondered, motioning towards it.

"What? No. I can't fly!" Lottie quickly protested, taking a small step back and shaking her head.

He stared at her with a look of absolute disbelief before being able to pull his thoughts together enough to give a response.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can! What do you think those wings of yours are for?" he argued with pure, utter exasperation.

"That may be what they're for, but that doesn't mean I know how to use them!" she attempted to reason despite knowing how ridiculous that sounded.

"That doesn't make any sense! How can you not know how to use your own wings?" he demanded, sounding as though he were just about at his wits end.

"Well, it's not like I had anyone around to teach me!" she snapped. "I mean–" Lottie hesitated, feeling unsure on how much she should be admitting to him at this point.

Logically, she realized that he was supposed to be the good guy. That there was a chance that he'd take her at her word if she just went ahead and tried to explain everything to him right now, but she still found herself plagued with doubt. What if he didn't believe her? Not to mention, how well did she really know these guys? The brief flashes she'd had of the games while they were on the ship had been vague at best. So, until she managed to get more of her memories back, she thought it'd probably be best to keep her cards close to her chest.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the tissue like appendages.

"I can feel them, but – I can't quite seem to figure out how to move them," she ended up explaining at least that much.

Rayman groaned, slapping a hovering palm over his eyes. "So, let me get this straight. You can't use magic, or fly?" he asked with a barely restrained desire to start ranting at her. "Ly can fly, and she doesn't even have wings!" he added in a lamenting tone.

"I don't really know if fly is the right word. It's kinda more like, floating, isn't it? Maybe it has something to do with her tail? Could it be that's what lets her float?" Lottie began reasoning out before she had a chance to think about what she was even saying.

"How do you know that?" The sudden demand pulled Lottie out of her musings to find Rayman fixing her with a hard look and suspicious brow.

"Excuse me?" Lottie questioned, trying to give her mind a chance to catch up with the current situation.

"How do you know Ly has a tail?" he repeated, slower this time. His voice taking on a slightly menacing edge.

Oops! "Uh, I. . ." Lottie wracked her brain for a plausible answer, feeling worried he wasn't going to accept an, I don't know. . .

"Hey, maybe she's like you were Rayman, and all her powers got drained. What if she just needs a silver Lum to get them back?" Globox suggested in a sunny tone, once again inadvertently coming to her rescue by changing the subject.

"Maybe. . ." the limbless hero trailed. Or maybe she's just useless, he couldn't help but silently add to himself. "Either way, we really don't have time to figure it out now. Those pirates could be back any minute. We'll just save the Teensies the old fashioned way. Come on, Globox. Give me a boost," he requested.

"Oh yeah, sure thing."

Taking a running start, Rayman hopped onto Globox's waiting hands. Using him as a spring board, Globox launched his friend into the air towards the outcropping. Latching onto the stone, he expertly shimmied hand over disembodied foot up the rock face until he'd reached the cage. Winding up for a powerful punch, he succeeded in smashing the cage to bits, freeing it's captives.

A moment later and Rayman floated back to the ground, now joined by four tiny blue friends, each of them with noses about half the length of their bodies. One of them was sporting a tall, golden crown perched on his little head. Lottie had to fight the urge to coo! She didn't remember the Teensies being quite this cute before.

"Splendid, Rayman! I'm the King of the Teensies," The one with the crown announced, tipping it while making a little bow. "And I'd like to thank you for rescuing us before those pirates had a chance to take us to their ship! Although, we couldn't help but overhear–"

The king was suddenly cut off when one of his companions subtly sidled up to him before snatching the crown right off of his head, placing it on his own.

"Don't listen to him! I'm the King of the Teensies!" he argued, making the same elaborate bow.

"Huh, but. . ." Rayman trailed, but didn't get a chance to continue before the bickering continued.

"No! I'm the real king!" the third one in the line protested, taking his turn with the crown.

"Come on. Who's the king here, you guys?" Globox wondered, peering down at them with a puzzled look.

"Honestly, does it really matter? They all look identical to me," Lottie pointed out.

"It, probably doesn't," Rayman agreed with a sigh, which kind of surprised her.

"Yeah, it matters! And it's me!" the forth one managed to get his say for a moment, until all chaos broke loose!

The group of Teensies all dove on each other in a mad scramble to try and keep possession of the crown. A chorus of, "me – me – no me!"'s ringing out as they fought. It didn't take long for Rayman to reach his limit, putting his fingers in his mouth to blow out a loud whistle.

"Enough!" he hollered, getting the little creatures' attention. "There's no time for this! We've got to find Ly as soon as possible! Do you have any idea where the pirates took her?" he implored the bickering creatures.

They all hesitated, awkwardly shuffling until the one who currently had the crown decided to place it haphazardly on the head of his nearby buddy. The three now crown-less Teensies all scooted slightly away from him as he adjusted the golden headpiece. Lottie could only assume this meant they didn't have good news.

"Erm. . . What I have to say is really, dreadful. The pirates have constructed an infernal machine at the very heart of The Fairy Glade. That is where they are holding Ly, and are using her energy to power it! But don't worry, all is not lost. If you are able to free her, together, we should be able to construct a portal system to get you back on the pirate's ship so you can take down Razorbeard and free all our captured friends," the currently appointed Teensie king expositioned for them.

Rayman placed a pensive hand to his chin, pondering all this new information.

"I'll need to get all my powers back before I'll be any match for Razorbeard though," he mused.

"Oh, speaking of which, before being captured, Ly left behind a silver Lum," King Teensie informed him, reaching around behind himself to pull out a small, shining orb.

The orb made an instant beeline for Rayman, absorbing itself directly into his chest. Rayman did an excited little spin jump at the sensation of the power boost. He cast a hard stare down at his hands with renewed determination.

"Alright! Now I've got some power in my fists," he cheered, wasting no time in demonstrating as energy began crackling in his palms. He punched a fist into the opposite open hand for added effect.

"Whoa!" Lottie couldn't help vocalizing her impressed reaction.

"Heh, this is nothing. Wait until you see what I can do when I'm fully powered up," Rayman was quick to mention, apparently having no qualms about boasting. Lottie flashed him a skeptical eyebrow raise.

"Hey, uh, you little guys wouldn't happen to have any extra silver Lums for our fairy friend here, would you?" Globox requested earnestly.

"Ah, that's right. That is what I was trying to tell you, before I was so rudely interrupted," the king Teensie recalled, casting a reprimanding glare at his companions. All of whom shuffled even further away from him. "I overheard you talking with this new fairy. It seems you have lost your powers as well?" he inquired of her directly.

"I'm – not really sure," Lottie offered with a shrug.

"I see. Well unfortunately, even if I had an extra silver Lum, I don't believe it would affect her in the same way. A fairy's magic is supposed to come from within, after all," he told them quite matter-of-factly.

It was funny that he mentioned coming from within, because almost as if on cue, Lottie's stomach began to rumble quite loudly! It seemed that while the red Lums had managed to cure her wounds, they hadn't exactly done anything to curb her appetite. All eyes in the clearing turned to fix her with curious stares.

"Sorry," she blushed, wrapping her arms around her middle to try and muffle the noise.

"I suppose it's possible that your friend is just very hungry. Maybe try feeding her first, and see if that makes a difference," the Teensie King not so subtly suggested before turning back to their titular hero.

"After you rescue Ly, come to the Menhir Hills and look for the Teensies' Circle. We'll be waiting for you there with any new developments. Now, you all still have a great journey ahead of you. We wish you the best of luck. Remember, the whole world is counting on you!" And with that, the small posse of Teensies scuttled off and out of the clearing.

"So, does this mean we can stop for lunch?" Globox wondered with a goofy grin.

"Well, I don't see how we have much choice," Rayman groaned, doubling over in defeat.

. . .

They didn't exactly stop, per say. Instead, Rayman and Globox simply kept an eye out for any fruit bearing bushes and trees as they continued to march on towards the Fairy Glade. It wasn't until they'd managed to gather a sufficient amount that they actually paused to eat it. Lottie placed the armful of plumberries and strange, spiky orange fruit that she'd been helping to carry down on the grass in between them, joining the others who were already seated.

Globox didn't waste any time, merrily popping whole pieces of fruit into his gaping maw. Meanwhile Lottie, on the other hand, couldn't help but fix the food with a dubious frown. Everything she'd tasted so far after waking up here hadn't exactly been, piquant. It made her a bit nervous to try. Her hesitation did not escape Rayman's notice.

"Well, don't just sit there. You're obviously hungry, so here," he instructed, handing her a plumberry that was about the size of her fist, waiting expectantly.

As she stared at it, she reasoned that it couldn't be any worse than what the pirates had tried to feed her. This fruit was at least ripe, and not rotten, after all.

Taking a small bite, Lottie was not prepared for the absolute explosion of incredibly sweet, fantastic flavor that rolled over her tongue! It reminded her of taro, but with a bit of a sharpness to it that she was totally here for! It was as if this was the greatest food she had ever consumed, crushing it into her mouth like a child eating candy for the first time! It almost made her want to cry!

She snatched up one of the orange spike fruits next, chomping down with eager anticipation. This one did not disappoint either, taking on a more citrus-like taste, but was even thicker and richer – almost as if she were eating some kind of orange zested meat! To say that she lost herself for a minute would have been a bit of an understatement. Meanwhile, all Rayman and Globox could do was stare at the girl in bewilderment while she was cramming food into her as quickly as possible, as though she'd never experienced eating at all before now!

"Dis es amuzing!" she slurred out in between her huge bites.

Rayman couldn't help but chuckle at the fairy girl's sudden exuberance. "Yeah? I mean, I guess? Isn't this what the pirates were giving you before?" he asked, recalling the bit of scraps he'd seen on the floor of her cage.

However, Lottie vehemently shook her head. She swallowed a large mouthful, having to pound on her chest to help get it down as the secondary peristalsis kicked in from her attempting to eat too quickly.

"No. The only food the pirates gave me was rotten. It didn't taste anything like this!" she heavily stressed before diving back in for more.

"Oh. . ." Rayman trailed, feeling a twinge of sympathy for her at that. He supposed that explained why she was so ravenous. "Hey, Lottie," he called softly to get her attention.

As she lifted her head in acknowledgment, any attempts at comforting words immediately flew out of Rayman's head once he'd taken a good look at her face. He almost choked, before erupting into peals of uncontrollable laughter at the sight of her cheeks stuffed to the max like a fat squirrel and dark stains practically masking the entirety of her mouth and chin!

"Wha so foony?" she tried to ask through the food, but that only seemed to make him chortle even harder!

"You ha-have – plumberry juice – all ho-over your face!" he managed to giggle out, once he'd gotten a bit of a handle on himself, gripping his stomach with one hand while swiping at his eyes with the other.

Lottie could only glare at him while she pulled a hand over her mouth, not that it did much good, before turning away in a humiliated pout.

"So?" she questioned in an angry bark as she finished the last of her spike fruit while trying to hide her face. She didn't really have much of a retort beyond that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh," he tried to tell her in a placating tone, letting out a long, calming breath. "But, to be honest, it's not like it really made much difference since you were pretty filthy to begin with," he mentioned, as if that was supposed to help her feel better. Instead, Lottie just pouted harder.

"It's not like the pirates let me take baths!" she muttered out in a snotty tone.

"Oh, you poor thing! Sounds like it's time for a bath then!" Globox voiced decidedly as he rose to his feet.

"Wut?" Lottie murmured.

The next thing she knew, the fairy girl was being hoisted into the air by her armpits and carted over to the nearest body of water, which just so happened to be a pool at the edge of a stream.

"W-wait! Globox! You really don't have–" she tried to argue, but it was clear he wasn't listening.

"Don't worry, Lottie. We'll have you all clean in no time!" he assured her.

The girl let out a high-pitched squeal of displeasure as she was suddenly thrust into the chilly water. Globox didn't seem to mind, however, wading in with her before setting to work scrubbing at her head and back. She sat on the riverbed with annoyed resignation as she watched Rayman snickering and waving at her from his spot on the grass. She cast him a withering glare, but otherwise didn't attempt to fight off his froggy friend. She recalled what he'd said about Globox meaning well, and found herself not really wanting to end up on his bad side again.

Glancing down, she discovered that despite the current disturbance, the water reflected a rather glassy sheen. It was then that she realized, this was the first time she'd had the opportunity to take a look at herself. She did, in fact, appear quite young. Her stature definitely not doing her any favors, not to mention the food stains covering the lower half of her face! Also, what was with her hair? It was as if she'd become the living embodiment of that stupid 'it's natural' joke!

Studying the image in the water closer, she supposed she did appear rather ridiculous, but other than that, she couldn't say she recognized herself at all. It was a really odd sensation, looking into your reflection and seeing a total stranger.

"Alright, Globox. I can finish cleaning myself," she eventually opted to tell him when the washing had started to become excessive.

"Aw, look who's the big girl!" she heard him praise.

Lottie grumbled out a reply as she attempted to scrub the remnants of lunch off her cheeks, but opted against any argument. Once she was sufficiently cleansed, she stumbled out of the water and attempted to ring out her now sopping wet hair and clothes. Rayman stepped up to her as she did so, giving her the once over with a scrutinizing squint before eventually nodding in approval.

"Definitely an improvement," he decided.

"Thanks," Lottie stated flatly, not knowing for sure how to take his judgment.

. . .

Globox's sudden out of character grumbling surprised the other two enough that they paused their traversals for the moment to fix him with curious gazes.

"Rayman, I'm tired, and my feet hurt. Are we going to be able to stop soon?" he whined, almost like a child himself.

It was true that they had been moving for quite some time. Which was evidenced by the sun beginning to dip over the far horizon, casting the area in a burning, orange glow. It would be nightfall very soon. Lottie didn't recall there being any kind of day/night cycle in the game, but it was entirely possible that this world was a more realistic version of the Glade of Dreams. Things didn't seem to be flowing exactly as they had at the beginning of the game, after all. Close, but not quite, she noted.

"Sorry, Globox. I know we've been going pretty hard. I just wanted to cover as much ground as we could before it got too late. Look's like we'll be running out of daylight soon though, so I think it would be a good idea to find a place to set up camp," Rayman agreed, squinting off into the distance towards the setting sun.

"We're stopping? But we haven't made it to the Fairy Glade yet. I thought you were in a hurry," Lottie reminded him, feeling more energized now that she had some calories in her.

"I am, but still, I wouldn't recommend stumbling around in the dark. Besides, we need to take the time to get some rest, or we're going to be no good to anyone," he seemed to lecture, to which Lottie had to admit that he made some good points.

The only question now was, what did he mean by 'setting up camp'. It's not like they had any kind of supplies or anything. Said question was unexpectedly answered as she watched Rayman locate a dark, mossy patch of grass underneath one of the nearby trees.

"Well, this looks like as good a spot as any to call it a night," Mr. Limbless decided, Globox eagerly plopping down where he'd indicated before Rayman joined him, tucking up against his side.

Lottie, on the other hand, remained standing as she stared awkwardly at the pair.

"Huh? Here? Like this?" the girl questioned, glancing rather distastefully at their surroundings. "You mean, without shelter, or bedding, or anything?" she argued skeptically against the idea.

Despite spending the last several nights on the floor of a dirty cage, sleeping on the ground didn't strike her as much of an improvement.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your majesty, but it's not like we have a whole lot of options, here," Rayman shot back sarcastically. "You're more than welcome to join the pile," he offered, his humoring tone rubbing her still injured pride even more raw.

"Ugh, no thanks!" she stubbornly barked out her rejection before stalking off in a huff.

Lottie sat on the ground a small distance from the other two, watching as they bedded down for the night, adjusting against each other to get comfortable. She was still bewildered by the idea that they could just, sleep on the ground like that as though it were no big deal. But as the sky darkened and the forest grew still, a chill began to creep into the air that she was quickly having trouble ignoring.

It began with curling into a ball and quickly evolved into rubbing at her bare shoulders. Not long after that, the trembling and teeth chattering started. Until she finally began to moan in despair as she futilely tugged at her clothes.

"Stupid, flimsy fairy outfit. Barely covers anything," she muttered, although it was still loud enough for her other company to hear.

Rayman blew out a sigh as he rolled over against his friend to find the girl struggling, yet sadly failing to keep warm and find an agreeable position. She just looked so pathetic that he was having a hard time not feeling sorry for her. Not to mention, her constant moving and muttering was making it hard for him to sleep!

"Would you stop making so much noise?" he finally requested in a harsh whisper, not wanting to wake Globox, who had fallen asleep a while ago.

Being unable to mask the look of frustrated hurt that flashed across her face, Lottie opted to just turn away from him. The limbless wonder merely rolled his eyes at the obstinate reaction before making a noise to get her attention. She surprisingly didn't ignore him, rotating her head back around to see what he wanted.

"Globox is a lot warmer than he looks, ya know," he mentioned in a hushed tone, patting at the ground beside him as he flashed her a wolfish grin. "Come on, we don't actually bite."

Lottie glared at him at first, but then her expression softened as she cocked her head, considering her options. Eventually pushing herself up from the ground, arms still tightly clasped around herself, she slowly ambled towards the pair like a shy puppy. Feeling a bit cocky that he'd managed to convince her, Rayman made a motion as if to scoot over to make room. However, at the last moment, she veered off away from him, haughtily turning up her nose as she went. She then proceeded to circle around Globox and make a point of parking herself down on his other side.

Rayman chuckled and shook his head at the antics. He supposed that was one way to follow his advice without completely accepting his offer. That being settled for now, he resituated himself to try and get some rest.

Meanwhile, as Lottie tucked herself up against the sleeping frog creature, she reluctantly admitted to herself that Rayman was right. Globox was a lot warmer than he looked.