*The wishes Karyn made, along with the several made by Jon, gave the stone ample opportunity to create a storied history of Miss Amazing's exploits, such as the supervillians Cheshire Cat, K-8, and The Queen (I and II).
Across Town on a Quiet Suburban Street, a new villain made her first dastardly appearance . . .*
A young man named Steven swung on a perfect white porch swing, his body wrapped around a freckled redhead named Lacy. He whispered in her ear; her nose wrinkled and she laughed.
Just then, they noticed a third figure standing on the porch. She had dark blue, almost purple, eyes and high cheeks. Her chin was severely cut and long, thin ears swept behind her pure white hair. The fae woman's white silk cloak swayed in a light breeze that did not exist. Snow fell around her, though she was under the porch roof.
She held a slender white staff with a crystal ball at its head in her left hand and a wand that tapered into a point thinner than a knife's in her right.
"Hello, Pixies." She said. Her staff and wand waved before the lovers could react. They vanished in a blizzard's veil. When the snow and ice cleared, the lovers were trapped within bars of enchanted ice and were now mere inches tall.
They had slightly pointed ears, soft cherubic faces, and wind driven hair. They each fluttered four crystaline wings for the first time, and both of them were female.
The one who had been Steven stood up first, as if not afraid of the woman who had turned him into one of the wee fae. He, or she now, had short chilly blue hair and a tunic dress covered in dazzling ice. She wore tiny snowflake anklets just above her curly pixie slippers. "Change us back, or I swear I'll . . ."
"Throw pixie dust in my eye, my sweet Snowcone? Even if you had such dust, it would not affect a fae of my stature."
The other pixie stood up, just as defiant as her lover. Bright red hair now cascaded around her face like ocean waves and blended to orange at the tips. Her dress was red and wrapped by a black corset. Her skirt was made from strips of cloth cut to look as tendrils of flame. "What are you going to do to us?" She demanded. Her hand reached out of her own cage, desperate to reach her lover's.
The icy woman calmly waved her hand and separated the cages by a whole foot, keeping the lovers away from each other.
"Though it really is none of your concern, Ember, I intend to auction you both off two nights hence. Along with a number like you."
The fire pixie blanched at that thought.
The fae noblewoman laughed and taunted the pixies, "There will be many buyers there, from dark wizards wishing to extract the magic from you, to trolls wishing to eat you, or demons wishing to imprison you in crystals. Personally, I would pray to your pathetic gods that you are bought by dimwitted millionaires who wish to keep exotic pets."
"You can't sell us! We have rights." Snowcone piped. Already growing tired of the mouth pixies, the woman waved her hand and sent them to their holding area. She then produced a list ten names long, and crossed two more off that list. There were three more she wanted to turn. Three with the proper spirits that could successfully be transformed into pixies. One of them was Jon Phillips.
Of course, what this new villain did not know was that Jon Phillips was known by another name: Miss Amazing. . .
