The fairies were in full panic mode as they scrambled for their lives after seeing the gruesome killing of one of the managers of the queen tooth fairy who was also one of their own. All efforts by the rest of the managers to calm them down was futile as they all rushed; gathering both their important belongings and family members with only one thought in mind, surrender.
"We are going to take a stand, this territory will only be inhabited by Santa Claus and his evil entourage, over my dead body." The queen said, girding herself for battle.
Her managers followed suit as well as her warriors, the few she was able to gather.
"Even if we all die here today, it is for the best, for our future and the lives we have promised the little ones before us. We fight to the death today and we must do everything possible to defeat our enemies out there." She said again, confidently.
Her warriors nodded and marched out, waiting by the gate.
"Open it up" She commanded.
