They say you cannot arrive at a fairy party without an invite. It's not an ordinary invite is as much as I've heard, but only those who have one know the insides to this desperately renowned mystery.

I had wished to know too...All until this day, where I remain, tied just inches from the scorching blaze that the fairies huddle around. Beads of sweat trickle down my temples and fall among the ferocious flames. I pray that I don't follow them, but if I don't think fast, my fate has already been decided. The heat seems to erode any hope of creativity that I can muster to bring me freedom.

"Such a tasty human this one!"

"Haha, it's nearly time fellas,"

My heart skips its turn as I shift from side to side as a crowd begins to enter my blurred vision.

I open my mouth to scream, just to remember it has been tamed by duct tape. Nothing I say can be heard.

"Here we are fairies and fentalmen. At our annual fairly forest party!" A familiar voice says. A voice that engages the fairies but sounds like a safe haven to me... I believe it to be...Could it be... Olsen Mayor?

I turn my head to follow the voice in disbelief. He wears glasses, a crown of clay leaves, and the pointy nose of Olsen!

He glances at me and shares a rapid wink...No fairy could notice that. He must be here to save me. I let out a sigh of relief. At least that's one burden lifted. How he will help me I don't know. Olsen is no fairy like the dozens cheering around, glazed in white fairy dust and evil sorcery. But he is one thing for sure. A genius.