My Best Friend Is A Pixie

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Prologue

The sun rose high up in the sky, illuminating every flower bush there was to see. The daffodils and the dandelions all danced to the rhythm of the morning wind. The leaves shook and rattled, dangling from the edges of the branches of the trees they hung with. The wind created small ripples in the otherwise still surface of the lake.

The tiny-figured, dressed in a small green frock, girl with blonde hair walked along the edge of the pond, staring at her own reflection as she twirled her magic wand around her fingers. She leaned over and touched the surface with the stick with magical powers, sending a sparkling wave of mysterious lines along the water body.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed as the water waves went around in circles in the air, "My magic must be weakened again! Dear lord, I must do something."

Turning away from the small circus she had conjured up infront of her, she hurried over to her grandmother's house near the cabbage garden. She ran as fast as her small, grey pumps would carry her. As she neared the small cottage, she noticed her grandmother bent over, planting a fresh bed of cabbages.

"Grandmother! My wand," she squeaked in her little voice as she neared her, "it's weakened again."

Her grandmother straightened up and looked slightly annoyed. After the death of her parents, she had been her sole guardian. At first, she had been rather skeptical about taking in a baby just 6 months old, but as the days had gone by, she had grown fond of the girl and refrained from handing her over to the Pixie King.

"Well dear. It musn't have weakened, rather you must've overworked it, haven't you?" She inquired.

The little girl nodded, her small cheeks turning a crimson colour. "I was out playing sparks with the children again." She admitted, a slight blush on her cute face.

Her grandmother laughed and dusted the sparkle off her small wings. "You should know your limits, little one. A pixie must always control her magic, and not use it for her own selfish reasons."

She nodded, laughing. Her laughter was like the chime of the most melodious bell, a chime anyone would fall in love with.

Suddenly, the light and sparkly atmosphere darkened. The air around the two filled with noises.

Human noises.

The tiny girl turned her attention towards the bridge, far away near the coastal area. A look of fear crept over her grandmother's face.

"Grandmother! Are those humans?" She said excitedly. "I've always wanted to meet one!"

Her grandmother roughly grabbed her hand and dragged her inside the cottage, shutting the door behind them and bolting it. She also drew all the blinds and the cottage plunged into gloomy darkness.

Lighting a candle, she turned towards her innocent, young granddaughter. "Listen to me, Shia. You must never let a human know your true identity. They are mysterious creatures, always wanting to know more than they ought to know. No one knows what they might do to you. You must always protect your wings, my child."

The tiny girl now had fear within her beautiful, black eyes. She nodded.

But in the back of her head, she was still curious to know about these "creatures" her grandmother called humans.

What were they like?

How did they live?

Did they also have pointy ears and nose like she did?

Could they also cast spells and use magic wands?

Did they also live in a magical, sparkly world?

What would happen once they found out her true identity?

So many questions swirled inside her head as she stared at the shade-drawn window.

Grandmother sat down in one of her old, reclining chairs. Holding a story book in hand, she told the most fascinating tales to her granddaughter. The little girl curled up beside the fireplace, listening to the voice of her grandmother.

The next morning, Shia walked out near the lake, enjoying a walk on her own. Her other pixie friends were all there too.

She joined Aramana, a small, blue haired pixie. The riddles from yesterday were still fresh on her mind.

"Aramana, do you know any humans?" She asked, curious to know.

Aramana seemed startled as she stared at Shia. "Just what are you talking about Shia? Why would you mention something as disgusting as humans?"

Shia seemed baffled. "How come you think they're disgusting? Have you ever met one?"

Aramana shook her head. "I haven't. And don't want to either. Mum says they are hideous creatures who use others for their own benefits."

"Well I think they're fascinating." Shia replied, dreamily.

Raine, the bell pixie, walked out, banging her spoon against the golden bell. "Come on children! It's past sundown already. Hurry on back to your cottages!" She called out.

Every single pixie flew away, back to their cottages, except Shia. She dropped her wand somewhere in the flower bushes and now she couldn't find it. Everyone left, not noticing how Shia was now the only one left.

"Oh, where did I drop it? It must be around here somewhere." She wandered off towards the coast.

The sounds of hooves filled the air as the oblivious little girl wandered closer to the tidal waves. Her wings flapped slightly behind her back in the dark.

"Oh there it is!" She exclaimed, spotting it near an apple bush. She bent over to grab it and when she straightened, a baffling sight met her eyes.

Humans.

5 of them. Wandering the coastal area, a few mysterious objects in their hands.

Pointy, sharp objects.

There were 4 grown men and a tiny boy, just the size of Shia. But before they could see or hear her, a hand clapped over mouth. She turned to see her grandmother holding her.

Once they were back in the cottage safely, her grandmother yet again warned her of nearness with humans. Shia nodded and went to bed early that night, the sight she saw earlier still fresh in her mind.

She was awakened by the loud horn of the emergency trumpet being blown. Her grandmother quickly awoke her and led her outside and the two joined the swarm of pixies gathering outside the grand flower villa.



Trixie

#10 in Fantasy
#34 in Romance

Story about: love, mystery, fanatasy

Edited: 04.12.2019

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