“Think, Think, Think,” thought the Golem.
It had been a calamitous day, and the Golem wanted nothing more than to forget it all.
“Why did I ever visit the Elder Tree on the eve of Summer Solstice?” muttered the guardian.
The Rock Golem had wanted to wish the Elder Tree a happy solstice. Bowing to the Elder Tree, his head hit a nearby sprite, knocking it out cold.
“I should have left then,” remarked the Golem.
In his haste to revive the little tike, he stepped on some Flowerlings who also came to pay their respects.
“The muffled screams were almost too much for me to take. Poor things never stood a chance,” said the Golem.
It was then that things started to get interesting.
The Golem jumped back when he heard the cries. He slammed into the trunk of the Elder Tree. This caused a shower of pixies and fairies who had lined the tree’s branches.
“Who would have known that pixie dust bursts into flames on contact with a fairy’s wings? I can’t forget the shrieks as they fell wings ablaze to the forest floor,” said the Golem.
The pixies fared no better as bits of burning wing ignited their fur-covered skin. “I swear I had no idea pixies popped when exposed to fire,” sobbed the Golem.
Forest creatures were attempting to extinguish the fires burning on several tree-folk. “They should not have waved their flaming limbs. The water birds never had a chance,” said the Golem.
After extinguishing the fires and removing the bodies. Those able gathered before the now scorched Elder Tree to wish him a happy Solstice.
“I hope by next year, those still alive can attend the planting of the new Elder Tree,” the Golem said.
Then he placed his head in his hands and fell fast asleep.
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