Right, I will tell everyone now that I had a little writers block for all of my other stories - sorry! I started on this one because it seemed interesting, but I will warn people now that I won't update this until either I'm suffering from writers block again, have sudden inspiration, or people message me to continue. (Don't worry, I'll probably end up updating more often than not.)
If Only
Prologue
In the world one can look to the sky and see two distinct stars. These two stars are very close to one another and, if you can believe, the star on the right is a world called Neverland.
Neverland was home to different imaginative beings – mermaids, pirates, and Native Americans to name a few – but the most magical of all of them would be the faeries. Faeries were small human-like beings that could do wondrous things.
There were the nature talent faeries – light, garden, water, animal, fast-flying, snow/ice – and then there were the other talents. There were the tinker talent faeries, the art talent faeries, the cooking faeries, and the music faeries.
But, above all, there was one faerie that was more important than all of the others. He was a certain male faerie by the name of Terrence and he was a dust talent faerie. Terrence was the one who distributed the pixie-dust. Faeries used pixie-dust to fly and the faeries needed to fly in order to complete their jobs. It was a part of their very existence…so being the only dust-talent faerie was extremely important.
But it was also extremely lonely.
Terrence was a good looking faerie, but for some reason he shied away from others. He was extremely shy, but that might be because he was the only one in his talenthood.
The dust-talent faerie, or, since he was male he would be called a 'sparrow man', had a nice complexion with shortish shaggy platinum blond hair. He wore a cap made out of the top of an acorn and wore a light brown tunic with darker brown pants. He wore a vest the same color as his pants and light brown boots were on his feet. A leather satchel carried his dust-talent equipment while brown leather guards were on his wrists.
See, he wasn't bad looking. Just shy.
Now, normally the blue-eyed male faerie would be tending to his duties, but for some reason…he decided to go star gazing. He had a feeling that something was going to happen soon and he hoped with all his might that another dust-talent faerie would be appearing soon. And, as a small blush appeared on his face, he hoped that the new dust-talent faerie would be a girl.
As the blue-eyed dust-talent stared at the sky, a giant star streaked across his field of vision. He gasped, darting from his sitting position to hover in the air. The star was beautiful!
The front of the star was a combination of a pale mint green and the same blue as his eyes while the tail falling behind it was only the pale minty green. Even further behind it, the remnants of the star fell like the dust he tended to.
"Please," he whispered, "I wish I wasn't alone anymore." He pleaded with the shooting star to make his wish come true. He sighed, knowing that the chances of his wish coming true were slim to none, but he couldn't help but try. With one last glance towards the sky, he went back to his duties as the Dust Keeper.
What he didn't know was that in on Earth, a child's laughter caused a flower to fall from its place in someone's window. That particular flower, a lotus blossom, floated in the wind before a seed from the lotus detached itself, carried by the bubbly laughter. The seed was swept away – to Neverland.