The fairies steps up four stages. Station one was for minimal pain, the second moderate, third painful, and the fourth extremely unbearable.
The stations are four white tents that holds two people each. Two fairies are in each tent. The other faires are creating temporary houses for the elves. The Mayor stands in the middle, offering directions and comfort along with his wife, the Vet and the weather reporter.
"Every one stay calm" He begins, "Let's help our friends the elves."
"Families with children have priority housing." The Vet annoncended. She has families follow her to the houses.
"We need to hurry this up" The female weather reporter exclaimed, "there is a high chance of rain."
"Can you stopped the rain?" The Wise Old Elf asked. He looks at his fellow elves, knowing rusing the process will lead to another terrible situation.
"Well?"
"Well what?!"
"That will take a -"
"You and The Mayor can do it. You guys are just standing there!"
"Wise Old Elf, please-"
"Don't tell me to calm down. MOST OF The ELVES ARE INJURED!"
"Wise Old Elf, we are trying to help, the best way we can." The fairy mayor move towards the Wise Old Elf, attempting to place his hand on the old elf's shoulder.
"We didn't need to help." A male fairy mumble. "The elves just appeared out of nowhere."
"I'm sorry." Holly said. She stands next to the Wise Old Elf. "My main concerned was to get the elves to safety. If we can stay calm and cooperate, I promise to work things out the best way possible."
"How would you do that?" The same fairy said a little louder.
"I'll talk to the king. I'm sure he's willing to do something to rewar -"
"REWARD!" The Wise Old Elf's eyes twitch, "Wheres the elves rew -"
"Wise Old Elf, how about we check up on some of the kids?" Mrs. Elf took his hand and walked to the third station.