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made their way into the mountain.
    None were
entirely sure what laid inside, so it was a mystery to all. Which
made the curious thoughts more harmful than not for the group.

    About an hour passed before they decided they could no longer
use their stallion inside the narrow pathways, meaning they had to
let the poor mammal go alone.
    It started to ‘nay’ as it saw the three of them
leave its side.
    “Go on. Be off with you,” shouted Ematay. The
horse stood just looking at him still until he gave it nudge to
move on and away; it eventually walked off, reluctantly.
    “I hope he’ll be okay,” said Christian.
    “I am sure he will be fine. Now, let us see what
lies on this narrow path ahead.”
    They all moved forward yet again and carried what
they needed, but had to sacrifice one bag full of things they
thought they wouldn’t need. The horse carried it for them on the
saddle and it was too heavy to carry for one person
alone.
    The blue light from the star somehow shone through
the mountain and into the interior’s paths and walkways. Water
dripped when it went quiet, without the sound of hooves to comfort
them.
    The brown rock changed its colours to be deeper
and lighter in a subtle way that it wouldn’t be noticeable unless
they looked back.
    Eleanor and Christian now realised they couldn’t
relax on the horse like they had done before, and as they were
about to plod on Ematay put his hand out to stop the children on a
much bigger path ahead. “This is not good.” He spoke softly looking
up.
    “What?” asked Eleanor and Christian at almost the
same time, not being so quiet.
    “Pixies,” said the Star-caster pointing up to the
ceiling in a way for them to notice. “We will have to be extra
careful.”
    Ematay started to move slowly first, but not to
move through the wide path. “It is a good thing that they sleep so
much.” The Star-caster took of his star band, and gestured for the
children to do so too, and they did.
    The blue starlight suddenly zipped from their
bands as they took them off.
    All three of them crept through the path which
resembled a wide hall; the Pixies above slept in holes they made
inside spikes of rock that hung like sharp weapons ready to drop.
You could see the beings were blue, but with a tint of grey. The
reason they knew this was because when Pixies slept they glowed in
the dark when they were in a deep sleep, dreaming: Lots of greyish,
blue faint lights shone from the ceiling, lighting their way down
the path as they moved, so there was no real need for their
star-metal bands.

    They
soon enough got out of the way of the Pixie nest. It wasn’t a long
room they lived in, just wide.
    “Phew,”
said Ematay. “That was close.”
    “I don’t
understand,” said Eleanor. “From what I was told, Pixies don’t
cause much trouble. Other than their Silver Dust.”
    “For an
adult they wouldn’t cause any trouble at all. Other than that
particular thing you just mentioned. But they have been known to
kidnap children. I don’t think they mean to cause harm, but they
love the company of little ones. It has been known that a few
children have… changed; but when they played with the Pixies a
substantial amount, and in a strange way.”
    “How so?”
asked Christian.
    “… They
turned in to one.”
    “By the
gods,” said Christian.
    “I guess
there have been hundreds of children kidnapped by them over the
years,” said Ematay. “Because they are not few in number.”
    The two
children were somewhat scared and shocked now.
    “Their
Silver Dust: It’s one mighty addictive substance. That’s how they
get the children to stay with them so long. Their magick dust casts
illusions. Ones the individuals desire the most. It affects
everyone the same, yet they exclusively use it on children. So
there are some addicts around who keep them locked up to use their
dust. I suppose living a life of ones desire can be more of a dream
than an addiction. Yet it has made people do some