With only a minimal amount of pushing and shoving by the Wood Elves, the Young Ones and Fairalin were led to a small grove of tall oaks that stood before them.The leader of the Wood Elven guards pointed to the oaks saying, "Behold, the Trees of Woe! Your imprisonment awaits you humans--and fairy! Stand before each of the trees!"
As the Young Ones individually marched up to a tree, the trunk of each oak split open to reveal a hollow center inside.
"Get in!" ordered their Wood Elf jailor.
"Hey, don't we get a phone call or a last meal or a lawyer at least?" asked Eric more than a little concerned with their accomodations.
"How about room service?" chimed in Presto.
"How about doing what you are told, before I use you for target practice!?!" sneered the Wood Elf sinisterly, "NOW, GET IN!"
Before the two entered their separate prisons, Presto and Varla gave a quick glance to each other! The Magician wordlessly whispered, 'I love you!' and the Illusionist whispered back, 'And I you!'
"Wonderful!" said Diana flatly, "Just wonderful! Not even three hots and a cot!"
As the others entered their cells albeit reluctantly, Eric looked back at their jailor saying, "Uh, I don't suppose we could post bail!"
The Wood Elf just growled angrily.
"Just kidding! Just kidding!" replied the Cavalier sheepishly, quickly jumping into his magical cell.
With The Young Ones inside, the trees resealed their entrances so completely that it was as if they had never been opened.
"Such is the fate of all who dare to defy us!" said the Wood Elven jailor definitively as he and his men took up guard positions around the Trees of Woe!
