The undead thing is skirting along the edges of his Masters kingdom.  He patrols the borders almost daily, a routine he has burdened himself with.  Someone must make sure Pangea does not fall to the depths again.  So he seeks out any who may come to turn the kingdom into something it is not...

He finds himself at the southernmost border.  It is the closest to the common lands, unprotected by the wrath of the sea.  The lands on either side of the imaginary line blend only briefly before it is clear one has crossed it.  Even more so now that it is spring.  The meadow is becoming more *green with each passing day.  Little patches of *shamrock shaped clovers dot the common land.  He snorts in protest of the flowery fragrance it gives off.  It reminds him of the flowers he had been cursed with by the fairies once.

Suddenly, by if some form of thought-provoking magic, a twinkling light appears within the nearest patch of *clover.  His ears pin and his teeth bare at the thought of glittery things near his territory.  "Be gone!" He shouts.  In response a tiny *rainbow appears with a pot of *gold at the end.  The gold shimmers and the undead thing grins at the trinkets he has found.  What *luck!  He creeps nearer, head low and ears alert.  He'd snatch that gold before anyone else could. 

Just. A. Little. Closer...

A small green and gold fairy floats up from the clover stopping him in his tracks.  It begins to speak in a mousy voice, You cannot have my gold but I will gift you with something else.  There is a sparkle and then poof, the rainbow, gold and fairy are gone.