Lore of the Pixies

Though the magical storm above the wizard’s tower was born of the deep hatred and malice of the apprentice, some good was created that day. Unknown to the wizard and the keeper of time, a stray bolt of pure magic struck a flower bud growing by the trees near the wizard’s home, as they dealt with the young man whose heart was corrupted.

The bolt was deep purple, and left seven tiny sparks of magic on the small bud. They  slowly sank into the soft flower and the bud burst into a silvery purple flame.  Trembling softly inside the fire, the bud began to bloom. Purple and dark as the midnight sky, a Queen of the Night lily opened its petals to the surrounding fire; mysterious and mesmerizing; born in the flames of pure magic.

As the lily opened its last petal, the sparks that had seeped into the center of the flower spiraled slowly upwards. As they exited the flame it dissipated. Spinning and dancing, the purple lights increased in speed as they rose higher.   Cresting the tree tops their movement ceased.  Evenly spaced, the six smaller sparks formed a circle around the largest one shimmering in place a few feet above the trees.

A soft melody, tender yet powerful, surrounded the sparks. As the music grew louder, a lavender light around the center spark grew bright. When the music hit its crescendo, the six sparks flew inward, colliding with the one in the center. The music ceased and the glow became bright as a star and burst forth from the sparks.

As its intensity faded a beautiful woman emerged from the light. Her hair, dark as the lily below, fell in curls over her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was pale against the color of her hair. Sprouting from her back, two large, translucent wings, flapped lazily, keeping her in the air.

As she slowly opened her eyes, an amethyst light flowed out of them briefly, before fading and revealing sparkling violet irises.  Barefoot, she wore a long dress that matched her eyes.

And so Magic was born, the first of the elemental pixies. Created by magic, she was pure enchantment in pixie form. The eldest of her sisters, wise and powerful. Born of a flower, her beauty made the most magnificent roses of the world jealous. Her wisdom guided the other pixies through their struggles, and her power was unequaled.

            Myra, the first.

For many years, Myra explored the world she called Adanac. Running in the Tuduskan Plains with a herd of horses she befriended. She even helped one of the mares, whom she called Lacy, deliver her first colt. The presence of a magical being had an unexpected effect on the colt. Changed at the moment of its birth, the first unicorn entered the world. During this time, Myra also met the man she would spend her life with.

She explored every inch of the world, including the Wastelands to the west. A large desert, surrounded by tall thorn bushes and a magic she did not recognize. There she felt a dark presence, strange yet familiar. The only place in Adanac where evil existed and she did not linger long in that desert.

She built a house for herself in a large tree in the Wildwood, south of the Tuduskan Plains.  Preferring to use her hands rather than her powers, it took many months to build. She spent nearly a year decorating it and, when finished, it was the perfect haven for a pixie.

One windy morning, Myra wandered along the Tuduskan Plains just north of her home in the Wildwood. She watched a herd of horses running in the distance, and she could just make out the shape of the young unicorn she helped deliver a few months ago.

Smiling at the memory of the birth, the young pixie turned her face to the sun, stretching her wings. She reveled in the feel of the breeze as it rippled through her dress and hair.  Suddenly, something brushed along her wings.  She turned to see a large leaf floating on the wind. She followed it curiously, watching it dance in the air. It shone different shades of green, blue, and pink in the sun.

Reaching out she caught the leaf gently between her fingers, pulling it close to examine it. Soft as silk, she ran the fingers of her free hand along it gently, marveling at how delicate it seemed. As her fingers ran the length of the leaf, small shocks of purple lightning flew from her fingertips. She jumped back, letting go of the delicate leaf. Instead of falling to the ground or being swept away once again by the breeze, the leaf floated in place, small bolts of lightning circling it.

Myra watched with wide eyes as the lightning danced around the leaf, gaining speed. The leaf slowly began to shake and shine. A strong melody floated on the wind, its haunting tune filling Myra’s ears. The music was powerful and sounded like wind blowing down a mountainside, playing the trees like harp strings.

The tune grew louder, and the leaf shone brighter. Myra squinted in the light, but soon it was too intense and she had to cover her eyes. Instinctively, she wrapped her wings around herself. A strong, warm burst of wind threatened to knock her over. Then the music and the wind stopped abruptly; the world seemed peacefully still.

Myra cautiously opened her wings and peeked between her fingers. Dropping her hands she stared in surprise. Where the leaf had been, stood a tall pixie. Her skin was as dark as Myra’s was light and her hair was as black as a shadow. Curly. It fell to her mid back, seeming to blow in a wind that was no longer there. She was clothed in a grey dress, in the same style as Myra’s, with translucent wings that matched the older pixie’s.

Her eyes, as grey as a stone, stared inquisitively at Myra. She smiled and said in a musical voice, “Hello.”

Created with wind, she was more graceful than the swans that flew near the lake to the west. Her love flowed freely to all she met. Her dark beauty rivaled Myra’s, and the creatures of the world marveled at the sight of her. She was strong in body and in mind.

            Alana, the second.

Myra and Alana rapidly became friends. Alana’s loving nature and Myra’s desire to protect and teach the younger pixie helped them form a bond like that between sisters. Myra’s tree house had plenty of room, so Alana moved in and enjoyed all the comforts of their home.

Alana was a pixie of air, so Myra spent the better part of a year teaching her younger sister all she had learned about that element. She also showed Alana around the world that she had discovered in her years alone. Although she would not go into the Wastelands, and warned Alana not to venture there. She also avoided the Wizard’s tower in the Arkinean Forest, and the tower of time in the Selian Alps.

Myra and Alana spent a warm afternoon near Deeplake, a body of water just north of their tree house. They enjoyed watching the many animals that made the lake their home as they went about their daily lives. The pixies walked in the shallows, the hems of their dresses dragging in the water. They discussed their plans for the rest of the day.

Alana stopped next to a large lily pad growing in the water and watched it rock in the soft waves for a few moments. She then crouched down and pushed the flower under the water, then watched it pop back up. She smiled.

Myra knelt down next to her sister and dipped her hands in the water near the lily pad. The women watched in awe as little streams of purple water flowed from her fingertips and slowly circled around the flower. Waves began to flow from the lily pad, slowly getting higher.

Myra and Alana stood quickly and flapped their wings, rising into the air and floating to the shore. They landed in the rocks as the waves grew higher still. The dry rocks where they stood were soon wet with the expanding waters, forcing them to take a few steps back. A tender melody slid over the water. Its volume rose and fell with the waves. It was a soft, dreamy tune that brought a strange peace over the pixies.

The lily pad suddenly dipped below the surface of the lake and the music ceased. A large column of water shot into the air, higher than the pixies could see, and then it spread out and dropped. The waters drenched everything within a mile radius of the lake, including the pixies, who shut their eyes quickly against the downpour. When it stopped they wiped the water from their faces and opened their eyes.

In the lake, a few feet from the shore, stood another beautiful pixie. Her wings matched the other two, and her dress was also the same style, but in blue. Her skin was burnished bronze color and her wavy blonde hair fell down to her waist. The hem of her dress dragged in the water as she walked to the shore. The rest of her was surprisingly dry.

As she reached the shore she raised a hand and all the water on her dress and legs fell to the rocks by her feet with a soft splash. She gazed across the plains for a moment before turning her deep blue eyes to Myra and Alana.

Alana smiled and said, in her melodic voice, “Hello sister.” The newcomer smiled sweetly back and made her way over to them. She calmly raised her hand again and the water that had drenched them also fell to the ground. Alana looked at her dry clothes and said, “Thank you.” The new pixie just smiled and nodded.

Born of the water, her skin was soft and glistened in the sunlight. Her heart loved the waters and her mind was always on the sea and distant lands. She was often caught daydreaming. She was sweet and quickly formed a strong bond with her older sisters. She trusted too easily and relied on Myra’s wisdom to guide her.

            Whinna, the third.

Whinna’s personality was very different from her two older sisters. She was more interested in the unknown things beyond their borders than the lands they lived in. Her love for her sisters was strong, and she learned much about the powers of her element from Myra. She lived in the tree house with them and always shared meals, but she enjoyed the ocean most of all and her mind was always wandering to what might lie across it. She spent most of her days on the southern beaches, watching the waves and smelling the ocean air.

At night she would share stories and daydreams with her sisters. They enjoyed the tales and would often chime in with their own ideas. Their evenings were filled with laughter.

Myra and Alana tried to show Whinna around the lands they lived in, but she lost interest quickly and would soon return to the ocean. When warned about the desert out west she was appalled at the thought of a place void of any water, and she swore she would never go there.

The pixies sat around a small campfire on the top of a tall mountain with few trees. They had decided to spend the evening under the stars and reached the mountain top just as the sun was setting. They watched the sunset in silence, then laid on their backs talking about the stars. Eventually Alana set to work starting the fire, which now crackled pleasantly. They chatted long into the night.

The fire was low and the moon was high and full. Alana gathered more wood, Whinna gazed into the distance, and Myra was poking the dying fire with a stick. She poked a large ember near the center of the fire and small, purple flames leapt from her fingertips and danced down the stick towards the hot coal, slowly seeping into it. The ember instantly glowed deep red.

Myra stood slowly and took a few steps back. “Alana.” She said calmly. “It’s happening again.”

Alana dropped the wood she had gathered and rushed to her sister’s side, looking at the glowing coal. “Oooo, and in the fire?” She asked excitedly. Myra nodded.

“What’s happening?” Whinna asked curiously, standing and looking into the fire.

“Magic!” Alana responded, with an air of mystery in her voice.

Myra laughed and said, “Another sister is being born.”

As they spoke the ember began to spin. Sparks flew from it in all directions, reigniting the dying coal in the fire. A sudden burst of heat caused the women to take a few steps back. A sound like drums, rumbling deep in the mountain, reached their ears. The ground under the fire cracked open. The pixies floated into the air as the hole grew ever wider, swallowing everything on the top of the mountain.

The rhythm of drums sped up and inside the open ground below them they saw liquid fire. In the center of the lava, half submerged, sat the ember. It had gone from deep red to bright orange in color. It was growing in size and the women watched in awe.

Suddenly, a pillar of fire and heat sprouted beneath the glowing ember, lifting it high into the air above the floating pixies who backed away farther. Whinna flew to her sisters and circled them in a thin ball of water as small sparks began falling all around them. Most of the flames landed in the lava below, but some hit the water ball with a sizzle.

The pixies watched as the pillar of fire fell back into the mountain. The ember had shrunk to the size of a seed, a little orange star floating in the night sky. Then with a thunderous clap which the sisters felt in their hearts, the ember burst with a flash of light. It rained flickering specks of fire, in red, orange and yellow that faded as they fell.

A woman came into view from where the ember had been, descending quickly. Myra realized with a start that the woman was unconscious. She flew through the protective bubble to catch her, Alana and Whinna followed her as the water barrier fell into the lava below with a hiss.

The three pixies landed a short distance down the mountainside. Myra was holding the newcomer in her arms. She gently set her down in the soft grass and they all gathered around her.

“She’s so pretty.” Whinna said, admiring the young pixie’s pale skin in the moonlight. Her hair, long and curly, was a vibrant reddish orange. She wore a dark red dress and her wings lay splayed out beneath her.

“Is she okay?” Alana asked.

Myra placed her fingertips on the woman’s forehead and closed her eyes, mumbling something under her breath. Soon, the new woman’s eyes fluttered open and she jumped to her feet, almost knocking Myra over in the process. Her irises were filled with fire and she looked at the sisters warily.

Myra stood slowly and said, “Hello.”

“Hello.” The new pixie said cautiously. Her voice was deep and powerful. “Who are you?”

“My name is Myra. This is Alana.” A smile and wave from the pixie of air. “And this is Whinna.” A simple nod from water. “We are your sisters.”

The pixie clad in red looked at them skeptically for a moment, then looked around. The other three watched her as she began to relax slightly.

Molded by fire and lava, her spirit was wild and free. She was slow to trust, but fiercely loyal to those she loved. Her flight speed was unmatched by any other, and her power over her element was strong. No amount of heat marred her perfect skin.

            Freya, the fourth.

Freya also moved in with her sisters and became fast friends with Whinna. Whinna’s imagination fueled Freya’s curiosity. Soon after, Freya warmed up to the older two pixies also. The four went exploring together, Whinna was fascinated by Freya’s free spirit and enjoyed spending time with her. When they reached the vine wall surrounding the Wastelands, Myra spoke of the dangers beyond that wall. Alana noticed a look of excitement on Freya’s face, but didn’t think much of it, and they moved on.

Freya preferred learning about her powers through use. Myra recommended she use them on the beach away from the forest and the plains, to avoid starting a fire. Whinna enjoyed having the company at the ocean, and she loved watching her sister create flames. She would douse the fires Freya made with her own powers and they’d both watch the smoke rise into the sky.

Myra and Alana often joined them, and Alana would practice her power over wind and air. She and Whinna combined their powers, creating ice sculptures, which Freya melted with her fire. So they spent many days in the sun and the sand.

The four sisters wandered through the Wildwood. The afternoon sun streamed through the trees, tinting the world in green. Whinna and Freya were discussing new ideas for stories of far away lands. Freya had taken to the tales Whinna told at night, and she often helped with the story telling. Her free spirit brought a new wonder to the stories that the older pixies loved. Myra and Alana walked a short distance away from their sisters.

“Do you feel it too?” Myra asked, breaking the silence between them.

“Yes.” Alana responded softly. “Something is missing.

Myra nodded slowly. “Someone.”

“But who?”

Myra just shook her head and they fell back into silence as the other two caught up.

They stopped for lunch when the sun was high in the sky. Whinna had packed some fruits from near the lake and passed them out before sitting next to Freya. She jumped back up immediately and let out a little yelp. Her sisters all stared at her as she bent down and picked up a pinecone.

Myra burst into laughter, and Alana and Freya joined her. Whinna smiled and tossed the pinecone at Myra, who easily caught it. She examined it for a moment, then set it by her feet. She picked up and apple and took a bite.

They chatted while they ate, enjoying the fresh scents of the forest. After a short while Freya held up a hand to silence her sisters. “Do you hear that?” She asked.

They soon they heard soft music all around them. It sounded like the trees were singing. It was quiet and timid, almost shy. They all stood slowly.

“Is it another pixie?” Whinna asked.

“It has to be!” Alana exclaimed.

“But I did not touch…” Myra started.

“Look!” Freya interrupted, pointing.

They all looked where she was pointing and saw the pinecone at Myra’s feet. She took a step back as it was spinning and rocking gently. It slowly dug its way into the ground and the music immediately sounded muffled. After a moment, a small pine tree sprouted and Myra stepped back more as it grew rapidly. The music gained volume as the tree rose higher.

The top of the new tree reached above the ones around it and its growth slowly stopped. The music started to fade, replaced with a soft jingling. A large crack formed in the massive trunk of the tree. It opened slowly to reveal a young pixie. She stood, leaning against the back of the tree with her eyes closed. Her skin was tan and her hair was short, falling to her shoulders. It was straight and messy, slightly tinted green against the black. She had her wings wrapped around her body. Clad in a light green dress, she appeared to be sleeping.

The four sisters gathered around the opening in the tree, watching the new arrival. She slowly yawned and stretched, opening her emerald eyes. She smiled shyly and looked at the four women.

Myra stepped forward and held out her hand. The newcomer hesitated for a moment, then took it, stepping out of the tree. The hole she had been sleeping in was full of gorgeous wild flowers.

“Welcome to the family.” Myra said warmly before embracing their new sister. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

A child of the earth, she had a strong kinship with all living things. From the beasts and birds that roam the world, to the swimmers in the sea, and even to all plant life. She was shy, but her love and loyalty were true. Her heart was pure and all of creation loved her. Her kindness had no limit, and she was beautiful in her innocence.

Enya, the fifth, the final.

Enya’s power over earth came naturally. With just a smile the grass would grow stronger. Flowers bloomed in her presence. She could communicate with anything that had life. She lived with her sisters, but she spent most of her time wandering the forest.

She befriended a young unicorn stallion and enjoyed his company. He would soon come of age, and have his choice of which creature he would like to associate with. All unicorns, when they reached maturity, could choose an animal they would be able to transform into at will. This was a power that they possessed, but they kept this secret from the rest of the world.

The elder unicorns knew that the young stallion was falling for Enya, and they knew his choice would be the end of their secret. But they also had a strong love for the pixie of earth, so they did not mind. They knew Enya well, and they could not imagine a better mate for their son.

The pixies spent many years enjoying their world. They stayed out of the Wastelands, though Freya often slipped away to float just on the safe side of the wall, watching the desert sands in awe. Only Myra knew of the wizard, his apprentice and the keeper of time, and she did not feel the need to tell her sisters.

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