The next day

Vidia had left the home tree early before Tinkerbell or the others had even woken up this morning. It was obvious she was still annoyed from the argument that had happened last night. Tinkerbell had wanted to talk to her, but she clearly did not want to speak to her. Tinkerbell would have to give her time to cool down, but whether that would be for a few days or the whole summer was the real question.

Today was another sunny day for Great Britain, though Silvermist had said the air had smelt grouchy earlier this morning and said that a storm might be on it's way so the fairies outside were keeping an eye on the weather. At the moment, Tinkerbell and her friends were in the cottage kitchen with Lizzy, who was showing her, Bobble, Clank, Silvermist and Iridessa a little fairy bank of her whilst Rosetta and Fawn were playing with her cat Mr Twitches by holding a ball on a bit of string over the edge of the table and pulling it up when he tried to hit it.

"So you open it up at the bottom like this," Lizzy said, turning the lid on the bottom of her fairy bank and taking it off. "And the coins fall out," she added, holding out her hand and a few silver coins fell out into her hand. "And to put it back in, you put them through this tiny little slot in the top of her head," she finished, leaning the head of the fairy towards them.

"Wow!" Tinkerbell said. "That's pretty cool,"

"Very interesting," Bobble added.

"C'mon Mr Twitches. You can do it, honey," Rosetta said as she and Fawn raised the ball on the end of the string a little higher above the cat, narrowly getting it out of his reach as he swiped his paw at it.

"Ooooh, almost!" Fawn commented, sounding like a commentator at a race. "Let's try again," and she and Rosetta lowered the ball towards the cat, who looked up at it and made itself ready to pounce and swipe at it again.

"Do any of you want to have a go?" Lizzy offered, holding the fairy bank near them.

Tinkerbell stood up and said something, though it was a jingle but Lizzy knew what she meant and she placed the fairy bank on the table and watched, along with the others, as she struggled to twist the lid off the fairy bank. After a few moments, she finally got it off and took out one of the coins. Lizzy, Bobble and Clank applauded her.

"Well done, Tinkerbell," Iridessa said.

"Nice one, Tink," Silvermist.

"Thanks, guys," she said.

"Lizzy?" a voice said from the doorway and everyone in the room looked towards the door that led out into the corridor to see Martin walk into the room, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

"Hello, father," Lizzy said and the other fairies waved at him.

"Hello," he chuckled. "Are they having fun?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm just showing them my fairy bank and they've really liked it," Lizzy replied.

"Oh good," Martin smiled and yawned a little. "Oh, sorry," he said. "A bit tired,"

"Didn't you get enough sleep last night father?" Lizzy asked him.

"I did actually, but I had the most peculiar dream," he replied. "I dreamt that we were back in London again, though this time there were many people with us and then I suddenly woke up," he chuckled a little. "It was a strange dream, but I won't let it worry me," he looked down at the cat and watched him take another swipe at the ball, which it missed again, and laughed. "Having fun there you two?" he asked Rosetta and Fawn who nodded.

Then, a backfiring sound from outside came in through the open window and everyone in the room looked towards the window, Rosetta and Fawn dropping the string when Mr Twitches swing a paw at the ball and hit it. Another backfiring sound filled the air, though this time it sounded closer and another followed quickly afterwards. By the wounds of it, there were two cars heading down this way. That was not unusual, but it was quite early in the morning so what were two cars doing driving along here at this time of day?

"Wonder what's going on?" Martin asked and he walked over to the door and opened it and stepped out into the garden. The few light, garden and animal fairies that were around his garden had hidden behind anything they could use for cover to hide from the Humans approaching. Martin looked down the dirt path and saw two cars drive up it.

"What is it making the noise, father?" Lizzy asked as she and the fairies entered the garden.

"Those two cars," Martin replied and they watched as the two cars drove past, both filled with about four people in each. Those in the cars were engaged in conversation and did not even look up at Martin or his daughter as they drove past and within a few minutes, they had driven off into the distance.

Then, another backfiring sound filled the air and another car drove past, this one also carrying about four people. This one also drove past with it's occupants in deep conversation and too busy talking to even look up at the cottage and the people in front of it as they passed. Then, a man dressed with short black hair, brown eyes and dressed in a kind of grey coloured suit with a black tie and black shoes and had a small flat hat on his head began walking up the dirt pathway. His name was Tom Roberts. He owned a small blacksmith in the village not far from the cottage. Martin and his daughter knew him well as a friend.

"What on Earth is going on?" Martin asked.

Tinkerbell and her friends were thinking the same thing. What was going on? Why were so many cars driving past at this time in the morning and why was this man walking past?

"Uh, Lizzy, it's best if you take the fairies back inside in case they startle Roberts," Martin said to her and she nodded and led the fairies back inside.

"Uh, Roberts?" Martin called and walked up the pathway to the gate as Tom was walking past. He turned his head to look at Martin.

"Oh, 'ello, Marti'," he greeted. "How are ya?"

"I'm alright, Roberts," he replied. "Um, Roberts, why are so many cars going this way and why are you following them?"

"Didn't you 'ear?" he asked.

Martin shook his head. "Heard about what?" he asked Roberts.

"Something's goin' on the fields a couple a miles up the road," he answered. "Loads of people are flockin' to it,"

"Oh," Martin looked up the road. "No, I didn't know that," he said.

"Well, c'mon, let's walk there an' see what's goin' on,"

"Yes, uh, wait there a moment, Roberts," Martin said. "I'll be with you in a moment,"

"Alrigh' then,"

Martin turned and rushed back to the house, pushing the door open and closing it behind him. Lizzy was standing by the fairies, who were standing on the table.

"Is everything okay, father?" Lizzy asked him.

"Yes, Lizzy," he replied, walking over to the sink and pouring what was left of his tea down the drain and setting the cup down on the side. "Me and Mr Roberts are heading out somewhere. Something's apparently going on,"

"Should I and the fairies come with you, father?" Lizzy asked.

"I'd rather not," Martin replied. "It could get a bit crowded and you might get lost, darling. And the same for your fairies as well,"

"Oh, yes, right," Lizzy agreed.

"I'll call Mrs Perkins to come and look after you while I'm gone," he said and he walked off to his study to fetch his coat and car keys and phone Mrs Perkins.

Whilst he was gone, Lizzy looked at her fairy friends. "I wonder what's going on," she said.

They nodded. "Yeah, I wonder what is going on," Tinkerbell said.

"D'you think it could be something bad?" Clank asked.

"Nah, can't be, Clank," Bobble replied. "If it were, then these Humans who I've heard are called soldiers would have told us to leave and we would've known by now,"

The others nodded. "Yeah, suppose your right," Clank replied.

A few minutes later, Martin re-emerged from the corridor into the kitchen, this time wearing his coat in case it was cold and holding his car key in his hand.

"Right, I'm off, Lizzy," he said. "Mrs Perkins'll be here in a minute. Be good,"

"Okay, father, stay safe," she replied, waving at him as he left.

"Don't worry, I'll be alright. Okay, bye," he told her and with that, he closed the door and walked up to the gate where Roberts was waiting for him. "Right, I'll drive us there, Roberts," he said.

"Righ' ya are, Martin," he replied and the two walked over to Martin's car, which was parked on the grass on the left end of the house. They climbed in and Martin started the engine, which spluttered and backfired a few times before he drove it forward onto the dirt path and turned it left and drove down the path, another car not too far ahead of them.