Storm lands lightly on the porch of the unknown building. This building is one of the few that is made of stone. It is large and imposing and reeks of knowledge and power. Ash can taste the bitter taste of power. Indeed, power is only for the specific pallet. Power was not something everyone could handle, for it was like a drug for those who falsely withheld power, making them need more and more and more until they exploded with pressure. Storm, of course, is not one of those. He is cunning and agile but he lacks deviousness. He knows the power that he was allotted came to him solely because it was his purpose. He knows that those above him do not need to be struck down because they too belong where they do. Power is not a drug for him. It is something like a fuel. It feels right. The large building, Ash knows, holds knowledge beyond her years and comprehension. The large doors made out of stone that must weigh a thousand pounds each, at least, groan open and a heavy, musty odor flows out and causes Ash to cough. "What is that?!?" "That is what happens when something is forgotten. It's smell become old and stale." Storm replies, somewhat sad, somewhat bitter. "This is where you'll learn about humans." Ash is skeptical. It is dark inside with the suspicious patter and squeaking sounds but otherwise quiet. "Come little one, and do not look back." with that, he grabs Ash's hand, which is warm as his is cold, and leads her silently into the darkness, the large doors creaking behind them.
Inside it is cold, and dark, and damp. Ash unfurls her great dragon wings and flaps them a couple times, creating warmth. Storm chides her, however, and she does not do it again. They walk for what seems hours, Storm leading Ash, but not touching. As Ash begins to think this might be the worst decision she has ever made, a small candle light drifts before Storm, illuminating a milky white fairy, smaller and more delicate than spirits, their older cousins. Fairies have the ability to preform magic. Magic in it's purest form, that no nature spirit could summon. The little fairy, dwarfed even by Ash, one of the smaller spirits, takes Storm by the thumb and tugs a little. The fairies' form of communication is much more primitive, little whistles and chirps. Storm nods and beckons Ash forward. Ash is so nervous she clings to Storm's icy cold arm, which is less cold after she puts her hands on him. He can practically feel her jump out of her skin, so he allows this. The fairy leads him to the entrance, where it is brighter, with millions of the little wicker candles lining the overly large desk filled with fairies, most of them playing or kissing, some hiding in corners, others reading tiny books, flipping the pages carefully, while studying them. Fairies were indeed very pretty, prettier than even the prettiest water spirit, who were notorious for going to the surface and making messes. Little homes made out of paper, leaves, string from book bindings, and other assorted things floated with fairies zipping in and out, this little settlement is the one that protects against intruders. There are many scattered behind, just little dots of light, not too far away though. This confuses, amuses, and mystifies Ash. "This is where the fairies all disappeared?" Ash whispers to the little fairy whom had let go of Storm and was now hovering by Ash. The little creature whistles. Storm nods. Most of the fairies are now aware of their presence but do not sense threat. A little girl fairy flies up to the fairy that led them and chitters. They begin to talk in their strange little language. "She's asking if she has to kill us." Storm translates. "Our guide says no, we are trustworthy." Ash wonders how such a little thing could possibly hurt anyone. "Fairies, while beautiful, can be vicious. A European merchant was one of the few to actually catch a fairy. She died in captivity. The fairies were so outraged, they sent rats with an awful disease called the black plague that killed off many Europeans in general. A Jewish child murdered a fairy by feeding it to his dog. The fairies conjured up an evil sort of revenge. A child, Adolf Hitler, had much potential as a leader. The high fairy, as spiteful as ever sent a potion herself that would ensure that he went insane and began genocide on Jewish people. It was called World War II. Fairies, you see, are very delicate. And they ventured to the surface to do acts of kindness to children. But when one of them was killed, something huge and disastrous happened to humanity. The High Council said that fairies were too unstable and forced them to live in this impenetrable stone building, to live in peace. I was appointed to bring them their rations. Storm hands the little fairy, whom Ash thinks is a good size, a little pouch that she needs ten other fairies to come help her. She chirps happily and zips around his head. "What does this have to do with my learning?" Ash asks. Storm looks at her. "Fairies are much more dilligent when it comes to recording things and keeping history." As he says this, some fairies fly up to them. A fairy hands him a tiny book. He chitters into Storm's open palm and the book enlarges to a size that is readable. Another one speaks in plain spirit language. "This book has the most extensive information on humans to date. You will study this-learn it, understand it, within two days, no more, no less. You will return it and forget your knowledge of fairies, and where you learned about humans. You will never remember and you will not try to. You will retain the knowledge you have learned and it will be refreshed every thirty years by magic unbeknownst to yourself. Everything you've seen, heard, and learned not pertaining to humans must not leave this room or the consequences will be dire. Am I entirely understood, or must I kill you?" the little fairy was a darker shade than his pale counterparts, and had a quiet but threatning aura about him. Ash nods solemnly at him and turns on his heel, causing the fairies crowding behind him to scatter.
After rations, please but a quotation mark. "I was appointed to being them their rations" please and thank you. <3. Thank you for the support as well.