Gilbert ran towards them as the Firebird screamed loudly. The Firebird approached Gilbert. The heat of the flames dried Gilbert's robes but grew hotter and hotter. “Come out, use the spell,” Frank Porter cooed as the Firebird changed. He jumped, seeing Gilbert wiping the sweat from his forehead. “But use the strands of silkworms,” Orson shouted. “Inat Surpass,” Gilbert muttered as he placed the strands of silkworms on his parents’ heads. A flash of light crossed their foreheads and descended on their bodies. The filaments he stretched over them merged with the strands buried deep in their skin. They sat up in the blink of an eye, like puppets pulled by a master puppeteer, and they shook their heads in disbelief. "What happened?" » they asked in unison. Gilbert realized how confused they looked. He walked around the debris and hugged them, happy to know they were okay, but his emotions would have to wait. He wanted to take care of someone very important… quickly, before it was too late. "We'll explain later," Trunk offered, Orson nodded once Gilbert rushed over to the pile of carpet. He didn't think about the sensation of movement his fingers felt as he rummaged through his bag after spotting the fabric. Orson had previously placed it in the shoulder bag that Gilbert always carried. “Refurbish redundant,” Gilbert said, placing his hands on the area where he stood. He dropped the piece of Arabic fabric he found in the dumpster. The pile of carpets transformed into a brand new Arabian magic carpet as Trunk continued his speech to everyone around him and Orson listening. “Without the spirit mask guardians and Handy in his room, we wouldn't have been able to find him. here. The White Rat Sprites charmed...... middle of paper ......rn into the vision and Prod had killed his real mother. This was why Gilbert's grief was so deep and why he cried so easily. The painful memory of his unicorn mother would eventually heal, but not before he investigated why. “It’s yours, Prod.” Gilbert held out his horn to the unicorn. The unicorn bowed as the horn floated with ease over its forehead out of Gilbert's hand in waves of powdery smoke. “Does this mean I’m no longer the last unicorn?” » asked Gilbert. He walked towards Trunk who was nodding and his brother Bark who was pointing at Gilbert. "This wand belongs to you, I believe," he said to Bark who simply bowed, unable to take his eyes off Gilbert. "Thank you Gilbert for freeing my brother from the sinister gray fanatical imps of wizard Dan Baker," Trunk shook impatiently. Gilbert's forearm, handing him the bright red Phoenix feather that adorned his hat.