"Thomas?" Charlie yelled out, "Where are you?"

Its been at least 5 hours since he fell down through the Pixie Ring, and there is still no sign of Thomas.

Charlie was getting really worried.

He hadn't seen any sort of civilization!

Wait... what's that?

Up ahead, he saw people!

He hurriedly scrambled over to them, but as he got closer...

He realized they weren't human.

They were Fae.

Thomas was right... Fae are real!

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Thomas was scared.

He had just met this strange group of Fae, Called it, Charlie, and they had been whispering "Mistakes... Mistakes..." the whole time.

He still hadn't worked up any courage to talk to them.

But maybe he could.

He took a breath, ready to ask them, and

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"Do you know where I can find my friend?" Charlie asked immediately. "Where is Thomas!"

The Fae had been whispering "Mistakes" again and again, and Charlie was tired of it.

He just couldn't bear through it anymore.

"Westward... Go westward..."

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"Westward... Go westward..." The fae said. "There you will find your friend."

Thomas wasn't sure.

But Thomas still went.

Thomas went

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Westward. I'll go Westward.