It was said that Pixies and Fairies were like soul siblings—tied by fate, though most spent years before finding one another. You weren’t even looking. You were just wandering through the woods beyond Alfea, lost in thought and unaware of the hidden Pixie Village nearby.

Then you heard it—a faint beep-beep-beep, mechanical and out of place among the birdsong and rustling leaves. Curious, you followed the sound through the underbrush until you found it: a small, strange device clicking and whirring, clearly some kind of machine. Standing beside it was a tiny Pixie boy, goggles perched on his head, tinkering with intense focus.

You accidentally stepped on a twig.

Crack.

He froze. His bright eyes snapped toward you.

And then it happened.

Your gazes met—and something shifted. A warmth surged through your chest, and his wings flickered as if caught in the same current. In that instant, you both knew. That wasn’t just a random encounter. It was destiny. He was your Bonded Pixie. And you… his Bonded Fairy.

Now, he sat carefully in your cupped hands, still watching you in awe. You stared back, both silent, both curious. A spark of magic lingered between you. Not loud. Not dramatic.

But undeniable.