Coming to a halt, Micah allows his sister a chance to speak. Her words hit him like stones. Deep down he knew he was in the wrong, but he couldn't help feel angry. Micah had felt as if he had no choice in life. His world revolved around the forest and his sister, he knew nothing else and couldn't even if he tried. He need his that tantrum now more than ever. He had always been the responsible one who made sure everyone else fell in line, never kicking up a fuss, he was the perfect child for the fairies. This might be his last opportunity to be that child that he didn't get the chance to be. Micah felt his childhood robbed from him and he needed to pin the blame on someone.<br/>He took his scolding from his sister in silence. There was so much he could say but she seemed to struggling. His attention shifted to her form, she had the slightest tremble. The cough of smoke made him panic. "Haley... why don't you calm down for a mom--" he interrupted just as she lost consciousness. He felt her forehead as she lay limp in his arms. She was cold. Colder than she had ever been before.<br/>Micah's heart was racing. He scooped her up into his arms and paced for a moment, trying to think of something to do. Finally he swallowed his pride and called out for her. "Lucinda! Quick, help! Haley... sh-she... There's something wrong," he shouted until his throat felt hoarse.<br/>He rushed back into the room with the fairies. Lucinda jumped up when she saw Haley and rushed to her aid.