You creep quietly along the back of the castle, pressing close to the stone wall. The purple mist curls low, hiding your footsteps. Just as you peek around the corner you are startled when you hear... "Ahem." The wizard stands behind you, tall and slightly hunched. His arms are crossed, beard bristling, eyes glowing with disappointment. He wears a deep purple robe patched with crooked stitches, each patch a different shade, as though it has been repaired many times instead of replaced. "Sneaking," he says. "Just like the others." You spin around quickly. "I--I was just trying to help! I don't even know how I got here. Please," you say, your voice shaking, "I need to get back to my realm. And the unicorns and fairies need the Disagreement Spell reversed." The wizard's frown deepens. "They were always laughing," he snaps. "Playing jokes. Calling me the old wizard in the tower. Never listening. Never being kind." His voice echoes through the stone walls. He shakes his head. "And now I catch you sneaking around instead of coming to speak honestly." The castle creaks. The mist thickens. "I can't trust them," the wizard says. "And I can't trust you." With a wave of his hand, the doors slam shut. You feel the world twist--not back toward home, but deeper into the fairy realm. Around you, voices rise again. Arguing. Complaining. Disagreeing. You are unable to ever get home and are stuck listening to the fairies and unicorns bickering the remainder of your life. The End.