There was nothing to be done - in the five minutes or so it had taken Puck to navigate his way back into the Etheric Forest the branches of his home were showering ashes, and seedpods were exploding mid air.
The entire upper level was covered in black and thick oily smoke that was seeping up through the ground at the base of the tree. Biff, Bart and Jobe sat on the grass nearby smoking. Each thought that the other had been the cause of it.
"Can't you just put back time?" Bartholomew asked, trying to salve it all very quickly.
Puck shook his head gravely, no.
"I didn't think that enchanted homes could burn down" Biff objected.
"They can" answered Puck dolefully, "where magic has caused the fire in the first place".
"I didn't think that enchanted homes could burn down" Biff objected.
"They can" answered Puck dolefully, "where magic has caused the fire in the first place".
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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