Pixie Hollow, a magical kingdom where the Never fairies were born and the place they called home, lay quietly in the secret heart of Neverland. Here, time seemed to pause, letting each season flourish in eternal coexistence. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter each held their own realm, their own guardians, their own rhythm, all weaving together the delicate balance of this enchanted world.
Spring Valley thrived with color and life. Rosetta tended to the blooms, each petal kissed by sunlight, each leaf alive with potential. Nearby, the Evergreen—a magical flower that only opens when ready to bless the Mainland—had just recently unfurled its first blossom.
Summer Glade, golden and warm, basked under the sun's perpetual glow. It was the realm of light-talent fairies like Iridessa, where sunflowers swayed in rhythm with their laughter. It was also the scene of the previous night's adventures, where magic and presence had mingled in ways few could understand.
Autumn Forest glowed in shades of amber and crimson, leaves eternally suspended between life and fall. Here, the scouts patrolled, keeping the border of Pixie Hollow safe from the outside world.
And finally, Winter Woods—quiet, pristine, and cold—remained the domain of the winter fairies, preparing their gifts for the Mainland under the watchful eyes of their ministers.
At the very heart of Pixie Hollow stood the Pixie Dust Tree, the source of all magic, life, and wonder. Its roots extended even to the Winter Woods, a subtle connection binding warmth and frost, life and dormancy. Only fairies of the proper season could traverse their respective domains safely, lest their delicate wings be irreparably harmed.
The sun rose above the horizon, spilling gold and light across the Hollow. Flowers slowly unfurled as a cheerful voice cut through the morning stillness.
"Rise and shine, my darlings! Up! Up! It is a bright and sunny day!" Rosetta's rose-petal dress shimmered in the light as she flitted across the blooms, awakening them one by one.
She exhaled happily. "I slept well… though I suppose I'll miss feeling Sargon's presence this morning. I guess I'll see him later."
Before she could fly far, a messenger fairy approached, summoning all warm-weather fairies to the Pixie Dust Tree. The day's work, it seemed, had already begun.
Two hours earlier, Nyx awoke to the gentle tug of reality. Her body ached faintly, a lingering echo of the night before, but the memory of Sargon's care brought a tender smile to her lips.
'He really was with me… and I loved every moment,' she thought, glancing at the empty side of her bed.
In the kitchen, Sargon moved gracefully, preparing breakfast. His eyes met hers as she entered, and a small smile curved his lips.
"Morning, sweetheart," he greeted warmly. "I could tell you were about to wake, so I made breakfast. Get ready, and you can grab a bite before your shift."
Nyx nodded, cheeks slightly flushed. "Sure."
Sargon approached, his presence comforting and protective. "How about I help you instead? I can make your morning easier." A soft glow surrounded them, anchoring her thoughts back to the moment.
Blushing, Nyx allowed him to guide her to the bath, their time together gentle and intimate in the purest sense—a merging of care, warmth, and shared laughter. Afterwards, they sat to eat. Sargon had prepared Honeycomb Cakes and Poppy-Puff Rolls, drizzled with juice from the Everfruit.
"It's delicious!" Nyx exclaimed, rubbing her belly. Sargon watched her joyfully, heart swelling at the simple happiness reflected in her expression.
"What is your favorite?" he asked. "I wasn't sure, so I improvised."
Nyx smiled softly. "You didn't have to, dear. But I love Acorn Pancakes."
Sargon leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Nothing is more than enough for you, my love. Close your eyes—I have a small present."
Nyx obeyed. A soft glow enveloped her, and when it faded, a brown and gold armband adorned her right arm, shaped like the Pixie Dust Tree from her uniform. The gift was subtle but powerful, a token of protection and connection.
"Haah! Wow! Thank you, my love!" she whispered, overwhelmed with gratitude. She hugged him, feeling both cherished and strengthened.
Sargon's voice was gentle, "This is an Enchantlet—a token of protection and empowerment. It will attune to your essence as a scout fairy, enhancing your natural abilities without changing who you are. When danger approaches, it will hum softly, guiding you toward threats and alerting you to disturbances in Pixie Hollow. It can also store a fragment of my energy, a conduit between us, so even when I am not physically near, a part of me can watch over you. I will make simpler ones for the rest of your squad later, in the day."
Nyx's eyes widened. "So… it's like a guardian, and… you'll always be with me?"
"Yes," Sargon whispered, leaning closer. "It will strengthen your wings, your senses, your courage. And it will remind you that you are never truly alone. It is linked to your duties as a protector, enhancing your ability to safeguard your home while keeping a piece of me with you."
She flexed her arm experimentally, feeling a subtle warmth radiate from the bracelet into her entire body. Every movement felt more precise, more fluid. Her senses sharpened slightly, as if the forest itself whispered directly to her.
Sargon leaned closer to Nyx, the morning sunlight catching the subtle glimmer of her wings. "This Enchantlet," he said softly, lifting her hand to examine the delicate band on her arm, "is only the first. A seed, if you will, of what I intend for your team." His voice was gentle, yet carried an unshakable promise.
Nyx tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her dark eyes. "For the others too?" she asked, a soft hope lacing her tone.
"Yes," Sargon whispered, brushing a fingertip along her cheek. "I will make simpler versions, tailored for each of your scouts. They will not be as powerful as this one," he nodded toward her Enchantlet, "but they will help them defend Pixie Hollow, guide them, and remind them that even when I am not near, a part of me will always watch over them."
Nyx felt a warm flutter in her chest at his words. She imagined Fawn, Vidia, Silvermist, and the others, each holding a glowing token of protection, their wings shimmering brighter as if carrying a fragment of Sargon's spirit. The thought made her pulse quicken with pride and excitement.
"You really think of everything," she murmured, leaning against him, feeling the steady warmth of his presence wrap around her.
"I think of you," he replied, lowering his forehead to rest against hers. "And if you are protected, then so is everyone you care about. That is how it should be. That is how it will be."
Nyx smiled, the morning haze of sleep and lingering memory of last night fading into a comforting clarity. A soft light seemed to fill her from within, as if the promise itself had become a tangible force. Her wings twitched with anticipation. "I can't wait to see them with these," she whispered, almost to herself. "They'll be… invincible, in their own way."
Sargon chuckled, the sound low and warm, brushing a hand over her hair. "Not invincible," he corrected gently, "but stronger than they have ever been. Enough to face the world, and enough to know that no matter what comes, you are not alone. And one day, I will make them strong enough to soar by my side."
Nyx's smile widened, her heart swelling. She pressed her hand to his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath her fingers. "Then I'll help you," she said softly. "I'll make sure everyone is ready… for anything."
"And I will be with you," Sargon said, lifting her chin so their eyes met, "every step, every dawn, every night. This is only the beginning, my little scout. The world is vast, but with you… and them… we will make it ours."
Sargon smiled. "This is just one of many ways I can help you. Tonight, I will share more. So stay safe and enjoy your shift," Sargon said, giving her a tender smile. "Tonight, we continue our time together. Until then…"
Before she could respond, there was a knock at the door. Nyx opened it to find her scout, Baden, delivering instructions to gather all fairies at the Pixie Dust Tree, and to bring their mysterious guest along.
"Got it, thanks," she said, closing the door with a composed smile.
Sitting back on Sargon's lap, Nyx leaned into his chest. "Queen Clarion wishes to introduce you to the community," she murmured softly.
"Then let's go," he replied, lifting her in his arms. A giggle escaped her lips, and the world outside their home seemed to shine brighter as they stepped into the Autumn Forest.
The leaves glowed in warm amber hues, the magic of Pixie Hollow alive and vibrant. Nyx's fairies paused mid-flight, whispering and gawking as their leader flew by in joyous harmony with a stranger who radiated wonder and power.
"Oh my tree sap! Look at Nyx!"
"She's radiant… and he must be the reason!"
"Her smile… it's like the sun itself has touched her."
Nyx glanced back and shot them a glare, silencing their chatter. Only by Sargon's side was she gentle; otherwise, the fierce leader of the scout fairies returned.
Sargon whispered with a teasing smirk, patting her head. "Let them be curious, my little bug. We have a day to enjoy."
They soared, the autumn leaves swirling around them, each moment filled with magic and wonder. The fairies below whispered, intrigued and bewitched by the mystery of the sparrow man and the extraordinary joy he brought to their leader.
And so the morning unfolded in Pixie Hollow, a land where magic was lived, love was felt as a cosmic connection, and every day promised new wonders.