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Mortimus put his paw on his godson's shoulder.
"Be at Peace, things'll be ok. However, i do believe Briarose has been made to send a message. If we reply now then the Empire may know things that we'll regret later. Basically, its a nasty ol' trap, as hard as it is. However, there is a way to send a message to her without the Empire suspecting anything. First up though, i can tell how Bearded you are. It wont work if your all hazy. Hold on, this won't hurt at all."
Then he put his paw on Dayerin's face, lightly as to not squish him, and strained. A white wisp flew out of Dayerin's nose. It floated into the air and dissipated, completely harmless.
"There we go, you should be as right as rain now. Sorry about the suddenness of that." Mortimus said "Now, about the message, Mr or Mrs Pixie...."
"Lord Dragon, I'm a boy. My name is Wabbadackadingleruff" the small pixie squeaked, a bit shocked at being addressed in such a manner. Like a living being.
Mortimus chuckled "Lord? Wow, thats new. Call me Mortimus, or Proffessor Mortimus, or Mr Mortimus. Bettina's fond of calling me a big headed simpleton. Not really fond of that. Then again, i call her Miss Grumpy Face, sometimes, so i guess i deserve it after such a heinous insult to her pride. Also, what kind of name is that? Wabbadacka......whattle? Can we just call you Wabb, or Wabba, or Mr W? Mr W's kind of cool, has a ring to it."
"I don't like it." said the pixie
"Do I give a damn, Mr W? No i do not, Mr W. Ok, Mr W. I need you to clear your mind and be calm, Mr W. Can you do that, Mr W?" Mortimus asked, smiling.
"Yeah, you big headed simpleton, i can manage that." the pixie said, trying to keep a straight face. Then he let his mind go blank, and Mortimus pointed a claw at his head. The pixie screwed his eyes up as a sharp pain hit his brain, as if something had been searching for something within it and was now retrieving the thing. Suddenly a glowing blue ball floated out of the pixies tiny ear, twice the size of its head, and floated into Mortimus' outstretched paw.
"What is it?" asked the pixie.
"Its Briarose's essence, Mr W. Or a clone of it, anyway. Pixie magic, it never fails to astonish me. I extracted it from the message she gave you, Mr W. Now, next step. Hold still, Mr W. Mul' Tulvar turim!"
When Mortimus spoke those words of ancient power, the pixie glowed for a second.
"What just happened?" asked the pixie
"Well, lets just say you won't have to go back to the emperor, Mr W." Mortimus smiled. This Mr W joke wouldn't get old if he still found it funny.
"You mean....I'm......I'm free?" the pixie gasped.
"Yup, one hundred percent, fruit de doop, accurate, no artificial colours or preservatives, take these pills three times a day, give me all your money, scumbag free, Mr W. Go, frollick in the wilderness, go to your folk in the Effledusian forests and have a great life, Mr W."
"BY THE GODESS! THE NITWIT MADE ME FREE! NO MORE STUPID EMPEROR OR CAGES. I'M A WILD PIXIE NOW!!!" the pixie hollered at the top of his tiny voice. "Oh, thank you! THANK YOU mr Mortimus, sir, words cannot even begin to express what good you have done for me. I promise from now on to openly oppose the empire and those Darathings. I'll help whenever i can. Let it be known that Mortimus, big headed elder dragon of Matakin, has become Pixie friend. So says Wabbadackadingleruff, who shall now be known as Mr W!"
Then he flew away, weeping with joy.

"Well." Mortimus sighed "Thats my good deed of the day. I'm pixie friend now. What a curious moniker. Anyway, take this essence. Tap it twice, and speak into it, and the message will be sent straight to your mothers mind. You can use it as many times as you wish. Arent i a clever dragon?" He then handed Dayerin the ball of light, and turned towards the corridor.
"I need to tell you something. All of you. Its about my possession. I was going to just tell you but i changed my mind. Ill tell the others to come now."
Then he sent a mind message to Aquilla, Tipst, Oriana, Quinn Jinn, Bettina and 'Enry, telling them to come, but to not alert the king or the guards. This was serious business. The fate of Faecleir hanged in the balance.