Pebbles brushed his hair. Longbeard ran his hand through his beard. Bob cried. Jack posed.
A lot of things were happening while the consequence of the curse lingered. In truth, the lightning bolt was the least of Jack's troubles.
A curse that had silently devoured the potential of an entire race was a whole lot more sinister than it appeared in an up front confrontation, and Jack had no intentions of testing its limits longterm. As soon as he was done with this situation, his intention was to hide away his identity as a fairy on his back once more.
Jack also sensed that there was some kind of feedback waiting for him from the Folklore realm, but it was held back by the trial he was currently facing. He would first need to overcome this ordeal.
