Possibility

"And, done! You should be all fixed up now." An unknown, higher-pitched voice blurted. The wax creature, slowly regaining consciousness, sluggishly sat up and began looking around. As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, the wax creature was trampled by what seemed to be a black cat in armor. Shaking off its fur, the cat turned to the him. "Uh, sorry about that. I'm Phospho, and this is the Great Forest." The black cat spoke. Confused, the creature did another quick glance around. Tall, dark green trees sit amidst the blazing sun, providing enough shade for the wax creature to thrive. "How did I get here? Am I dead?" He questioned, giving the cat a troublesome look. 'Not anymore!" The cat hopped of the rock he was sitting on, and pranced towards the wax creature. "My fairies brought you here. They saw some potential in you." The cat began to walk towards the middle of the forest, where there were no trees to cover the relentless sun. "Potential in me? For what? Where are you going?!" He quickly sprinted after the feline. The cat walked into the sun, where a stone table lay with new, freshly crafted clothes. "Come quickly," she said. "No way. If I touch the sun, I die. I learned that the hard way!" He exclaimed.