the trees brushed against each other in the great forest of Fantasia. Some say the lot of fairies were instinct by the pirates. However you ventured off to the old island where all of them used to be. Only to be guided by a voice and a glow in the distance. You followed after it only to see a small fairy in a pond bathing himself.

Humming and singing unaware of your existence until he heard your breath he whipped his head around and let out one high pitch scream. Quickly flying to the dead trees wherever his wings could take him. As he yelled hiding in the leaves. “who are you?!- are- are you one of the pirates!?”