You know when you remember something you haven't seen for ages and it was something you really liked and wished it didn't stop there? This is one of those moments. I love Ferngully, it's probably the best animated fantasy films that the west has come up with. Ferngully two was funnier but didn't have the punch that the first one did. The title is crap but it's there until I can think ofa better one.

That's enough of my rambling so I'll just say this: R&R and I do own-i mean don't own Ferngully.

Alive. That's the best word to describe it. When the sun was high, clouds of steam slithered and bloomed above the canopy as though the forest was letting out a large condensed sigh. Below the canopy the water never got past the leaves and collected into droplets that carried back to the soil. At this time of year the trees were lush with moisture filled fruit and vines which attract a variety of animals and insects.

This was the last surviving Rainforest. Ferngully.

Surrounding the compact area of trees was once a wasteland, a tree graveyard that stretched as far as the eye could see. Now, saplings and shrubbery have grown, and a young forest was born.

Within the trees of the mature forest, the tree spirits gather each day to tend to the new growth. Combining their magic, the young forest was maturing at a rapid rate. Saplings grew to heights in half the natural time and were of reproducing size within months. Flowers bloomed and fruit ripened so it was soon habitual for all kinds of creatures.

A flicker of light danced between the leaves and branches of a young tree. It wasn't fairing too well. Already its leaves were a sickly brown and its thinnest branches were parched and easily snapped. A small hand rested against the hard bark, sensing for the source of its pain.

Crysta was at a loss. She had been tending to this tree for weeks and there seemed to be no state of recovery. It was slowly dying. Crysta couldn't understand why such a healthy tree was dying like this; it had no poison, no parasites and had everything it could possibly need. What was she missing?

'Crysta!'

She lost her concentration and turned to the male Fairy who called her.

'What are you doing Pips? Shouldn't you be tending to your own tree?' she scolded.

'I would if I had a tree anymore.'

'What?'

'It died; it just stopped growing and died. It's not just mine either, it's been happening all over the place. Random trees are just dying off…your tree seems to be in the same state as mine was,' he explained.

'But why?'

'I was hoping you would know.'

Crysta sighed and gave the tree a mournful look.

'I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do for you,' she whispered into the bark.

Turning around, she faced Pips, unsure what to say. Since she was Magi's pupil the Fairies have begun to turn to her for advice and leadership. It was times like these when she wasn't sure of the answer or didn't know it at all, that the pressure of responsibility would get to her. Thankfully Pips understood and gave her all the support he could give, as well as make her laugh.

'Where else has this happened?'

Pips took off, intending for her to follow. She beat her transparent wings and flew behind him, leaving her signature trail of blue light behind her. Pips began ascending upwards and broke through the barrier of leaves that made up the canopy.

Crysta remembered the first time that she dared to break through the canopy. Back then Fairies wouldn't even think of entering the strange dimension that was the sky. Nothing existed up there and there were many dangers that could easily harm or even kill a Fairy. Children were usually told bad stories about the world beyond it and were forbidden to enter it. Crysta was probably the first in centuries to break that rule but she was glad she did. The view from up there was breath taking.

From up here she could see the forest almost up to the horizon. It hadn't reached its original size yet but it was a big improvement. In the distance she saw Mount Warning's peak jut through the tree line and, like always, the sky went on forever in a vast blanket of blue.

Crysta's heart clenched as she examined the forest before her. Amongst the sea of green were patches of yellow and brown, and there were even places where the trees have lost their leaves entirely. Crysta hugged her hands to her chest in grief. Why was this happening?

Pips watched her silently and was pained by her reaction. He didn't like the situation as much as she did but he didn't take it so much to heart. There was nothing more they could do. Crysta knew that, yet she was making herself personally responsible for each death.

Pips removed her hands from her face and clasped them in his own, getting her attention.

'Come on, let's go home.'

Crysta nodded and wiped the tears away. Pips smiled at her and shot away.

The race was on.

Short chappie but I hoped you liked it. There will be more. Review.