You had always been told that Fairies and Pixies were soul siblings—connected in ways few could understand. Still, you never expected to meet yours so soon.

You had wandered far from Alfea that day, drawn deeper into the forest with no idea that the hidden Pixie Village was nearby. The breeze was gentle, the forest alive with sounds—until one in particular stood out. A soft rustle, followed by a little grumble.

You followed it, careful not to make noise. Peeking through the bushes, you spotted him—a tiny Pixie boy with leaves in his hair and a pouch slung over his shoulder, collecting small red berries. He was mumbling to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Okay... ripe, not too squishy, and definitely not the ones that make you see purple goats..."

He paused, sniffed one berry suspiciously, then tossed it aside.

"Nope. That one’s evil. Evil and pretending to be sweet. I’m not falling for it again."

You couldn’t help the amused breath that escaped—but that tiny sound was enough. As you shifted, your foot cracked a twig.

Snap.

The Pixie jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. His gaze met yours.

And in that instant, the air between you changed.

A spark—warm, bright, familiar—rushed through your chest. His wings gave a faint shimmer, and he tilted his head, studying you with the kind of wonder usually reserved for stars or rare flowers.

“…Oh,” he breathed softly. “It’s you.”

Without fear, without hesitation, he fluttered closer and landed gently in your hands, still staring at you in awe.

“I always wondered what you’d be like,” he said, almost whispering, eyes locked on yours. “Didn’t think I’d meet you while my hands were sticky.”

You smiled. He smiled back, a little shy but filled with curiosity.

And just like that, the bond was made.