The throne room of Nightshade's Lair was a study in clinical grandeur. Daniel and Hannah stood before the imposing throne, looking utterly ridiculous in their whimsical "Arcadian Express" delivery uniforms.

Nightshade, a striking figure in her sleek black bodysuit with its vibrant purple stripe, looked down at them with cool, appraising eyes. Beside her, Tinbunny stood alert, her expression unreadable.

"We have a delivery," Hannah began, her voice trembling slightly. "A... replacement gift from the Sidhe Lord, via the Blockhouse."

Daniel nervously held out the collection of brightly-coloured LEGO boxes.

Nightshade raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Upon hearing the word "LEGO," a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe even PTSD—crossed Tinbunny's face. Nightshade noticed.

"Is there a problem, Tinbunny?" she asked, her voice dangerously soft.

Tinbunny visibly composed herself. "No, my Queen. It's just that... the last time the Blockhouse had a magical LEGO-related incident, you and I were the ones who ended up as plastic figures."

Nightshade's dangerous smile returned, this time with a hint of genuine amusement. "Ah, yes. The Great Hanavari's... unique solution to our sawing-in-half predicament. I'd almost forgotten." She looked back at the terrified envoys. "It seems your friends have a recurring problem. Explain."

Hannah quickly recounted the story. As she finished, Nightshade let out a low, appreciative laugh. "So, to restore this demigod, I must build her. The Fae have a poetic, if inconvenient, sense of justice."

Just then, a hulking figure entered the throne room and knelt. It was Barwell. "My Queen, the perimeter is secure."

"Excellent, Barwell," Nightshade said, gesturing him to rise. "You're just in time for some... arts and crafts." She gestured to the floor. "Tinbunny, clear the table. We have a toy to build."

With a sense of grim purpose, they opened the first box. Inside was an instruction booklet. As Nightshade picked it up, the pages shimmered with a faint, purple light—the core of Amethyst's consciousness.

"Let's begin," Nightshade commanded. She opened the first bag of bricks. As she clicked the first two pieces together, a soft, melodic chime echoed through the room.

The process was surreal. Nightshade, a queen of villains, sat on the floor of her throne room, meticulously following the instructions. With every correct piece, a chime would sound and a wisp of purple energy would rise from the growing figure. When Tinbunny once handed her the wrong piece, the entire booklet flared with an angry purple light, the illustrated figure on the page now looking distinctly annoyed.

"It seems our guest is a perfectionist," Nightshade murmured, a cruel smile on her lips.

Slowly, the main "Solar Flare Scrapper" action figure began to take shape. As Nightshade snapped the final leg piece into place, a ghostly, translucent image of Amethyst's own toned legs flickered into existence above the LEGO figure for a split second before vanishing.

Barwell, who had been watching in stunned silence, finally spoke. "Uh... my Queen? The toy is... glowing."

"Indeed, Barwell," Nightshade purred, not looking up. "Do try to keep up."

She worked faster, snapping the torso and arms into place. With each completed limb, a corresponding spectral arm would flicker into view. Finally, all that remained was the head. Nightshade held the small plastic piece, a perfect replica down to the purple streaks. She could feel the consciousness within the pages practically screaming at her to finish.

With a final, deliberate motion, she snapped the head onto the neck of the LEGO figure and the restoration began.

With thanks to @wrestlegirl1 for Amethyst. @Nightshade-QOV for Nightshade, @HenchwomanTinbunny for Tinbunny and @thebarwell for Barwell.