You take the parchment and nod. "I'll deliver it." Soon, unicorns and fairies gather in the castle courtyard. They arrive slowly at first, keeping their distance--but they come. Wings glow softly. Manes shimmer in the light. The wizard steps forward, gripping his staff tightly. For a moment, he says nothing. "Before we begin," he finally says, his voice low, "I need to explain something." The courtyard grows quiet. "When you played jokes on me," the wizard continues, "you may have thought they were harmless. But every whisper about 'the old wizard in the tower' made me feel small. Lonely. Like I didn't belong here anymore." He sighs. "I didn't cast the Disagreement Spell because I was powerful. I cast it because I was hurt." A fairy floats forward, eyes wide. "I am sorry, sometimes our jokes were mean," she says softly. A unicorn lowers his head. "We were wrong to laugh instead of asking how you felt."