The pixie ancestors all collectively suddenly blinked. There was a problem. A big problem!
The realization hit them suddenly. They'd been so distracted by her behavior, by her bold claims and manic energy, that it had taken this long to notice the obvious.
She didn't look like a pixie! No, it wasn't a matter of not looking like one. This creature wasn't a pixie at all!
Yet even as they recognized the truth, they hesitated.
Was it strange to say they didn't hate her?
There was something about her energy, her attitude, her complete lack of fear in the face of ancient spirits that could obliterate her instantly. It resonated with something fundamental to pixie nature.
Still, if she wasn't a pixie, they should kill her. That was the rule. Only pixies could enter the vault.
A tense silence rang out through the chamber.
