And then the stars told the tale. But nobody cared to listen except for that fairy who was willing to listen. It was in the dust and the storm. It was the lost sound of the lute. But most of the fairies were reduced to dust and storm by the witches and a very few of the fairies were alive in the shores only as temptation of other witches. But it was all written in the stars that it was the beginning of a very new era. When there is death of something there is always the birth of another thing in the universe. And now here, in this case, it has given birth to a star. And the last surviving fairies were willing to travel to this star in search of hope to survive and meet their lost relatives. They were not sure if they were there at all, but still they wanted to travel and take such a huge risk.
They were not sure if they were invited at all. But they were looking for the home they had lost. And one could only survive the surface if there was a lot of love. And without the love of their siblings, the blood brothers and sisters, they felt lost for hope and love they were always filled with. So they thought they had no other choice but to move to the new star’s planet, where they could live a thousand more years. But these pixies were badly wounded and were not capable of travelling such great distance. It was utterly impossible. But they managed to travel to the moon and there they grew big as humans and had their wings filed off. They could fly without wings on the moon. And they became the new residence of the moon. From there they were closer to their blood relatives and some times travel to other planets where they were called quarter elves. But they had a name of their own, pixies. Their magical potential grew greatly on the moon and they built castles and palaces out of moon dust instead of leaves and twigs. At night these palaces gleamed in the starlight and during the day they shone like marble.
But the witches tried to find the last remaining fairies but they were brutally defeated by their evolved selves called pixies. And then they were terribly being frightened by the witches. The humans came to hate the witches somehow and haunted them down until the witches hid too. They have learned not to make too much noise and live peacefully with the other beings on the planet. Due to the change in their food habit, they started to look like humans too. Until tales were told of witches, fairies, pixies, werewolves, vampires and other monsters among mankind.
As the pixies had the moon to themselves, they build cities with their moon sand and rocks, and were rewarded as a much greater civilisation but it was a secret. People still look at the moon and get mesmerised with its view in the night sky never knowing what is on the other side of it. It was regarded as the dark side. Of lesser or no knowledge, what might the dark side might actually look like and what it might it actually be. There have been many instances where an unidentified pixie vehicle has been spotted flying by from the dark side. But the talk has not been taken up by any. Cause it’s, those who knows, knows and those who does not, does not.


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