When humanity is threatened only the super-powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. A mysterious evil has begun to whisper promises of an unthinkable danger to the powers of the National Heroes League. Preparations are underway and none are more eager for the battle to begin than the mighty Maple Leafs.

“I got it!” Morgan Rielly yells out as he races through the hall of Toronto Maple Leaf Tower. Players and trainers alike jump to get out of his way. “I got it! I got it!”

The ‘it’ in this case being a pixie which has been wreaking havoc in the tower for the past few days. The little fey jerk has been leaving taps running; breaking light bulbs; and even pooping in the team hummus. That was the final straw for head coach Mike Babcock. He generally has an appreciation for the magical nature of fey creatures, but nobody ruins his hummus. He had set the team to scouring the tower to seek and destroy. Taking his own initiative, Morgan has captured the creature alive. It wasn’t easy, he needed the help of a powerful mage. Luckily Freddie Andersen is one of the most powerful mages on the planet. Freddie made Morgan a cage the pixie couldn’t escape from and now Morgan is fulfilling his side of the bargain by returning the tiny, furiously struggling, creature back to the mage.

“I got it! I got it!” Morgan tears down the hallway towards Freddie’s study. As usual the stone door of the magical chamber appears without warning, swinging open quickly enough for Morgan to pass through. The Leaf slams the cage down on the rooms sturdy wooden desk and leans on it. After the frantic capture and ensuing race Morgan takes a moment to catch his breath before he opens his eyes.

“That’s perfect.” Freddy smiles but isn’t looking at his teammate. “Hi there little one.”

Approaching the cage, Freddie reaches out and puts his finger through the bars. The pixie leaps at the digit with claws and teeth bared. As razor sharp talons clamp onto Freddie’s finger the pixie’s mouth opens wide. The exposed teeth glisten with poisonous vitriol and the pixie bites down with triumphant glee.

With neither sound nor gesture, the Toronto Maple Leafs mage summons lighting through his finger. The pixie is fried and entirely immolated and the small punctures from it’s claws are cauterized leaving behind the the acrid stink of burnt blood.

“Perfect.” Freddie says, still smiling.

Morgan is shocked but everything happens so fast that it is over before he can respond. He watches as Freddie carefully lifts the crispy corpse out of the cage and drops it in to a stone bowl. With practiced ease the mage crushes the burnt fey flesh and bone into a fine powder.

“What are you going to do with that?” Morgan asks.

“It’s pixie dust.” Freddie says, somewhat surprised to have to explain. He takes a small pinch and sprinkles it on Morgans head. “Think happy thoughts.”

The pure joy that defines Morgans face as he begins to fly is priceless.