I haven't always been the strict, uptight, law abiding pixie that I am today. I used to be a snotty, rude, ignorant kid that could care less about rules, let alone 'destiny'. My path had been laid out for me and I unintentionally flew right into it.

This is a story of my life before I became the Head Pixie. Like it or not, I should tell someone this story before I croak, so it might as well be someone I trust. I bet you just scoffed at that; I would have. My evil coworker and nephew, Sanderson.

I hope you're still reading because I have a lot of ground to cover.

I suppose I should start at when I was a kid.

I remember this part clearly. I never truly knew what my father did, or why he wore his Head Pixie hat.

"Daddy why do you wear that big hat" little HP asked his father.
The older pixie blinked at him. Suddenly HP felt something big being placed on his head. It was his fathers hat.
"It's a symbol of being leader" his father said. "Someday you'll wear this hat."
"Really?" the little one asked.
"Yes" he answered. "Someday you'll be the Head Pixie; when I'm gone. Then you'll rule this world and everyone in it."
HP stared up at his father in awe, his glasses reflecting the light of the room.
"Will Charlotte rule with me" he asked.
His father shook his head 'no'.
"Your sister has a different path. As you must follow your destiny, she must follow hers. One day, you'll be big and strong; to protect her. This hat shall be yours someday, along with this world and every pixie in it."
"Wow" the little pixie breathed.

That's the most vivid thing I remember from being a kid. One of the few times my father seemed nice. I'm sure you figured out from that little number that your mother and I were best friends. We were very close despite the fact father clearly favored me over her. It was probably a gender thing. I didn't understood at that time why we had different paths in life, but I accepted it. At least until it came time to split up and start on our own paths.

Father told me he was going to train me to be a leader worth something. Charlotte was sent away to learn how to be a proper female pixie. We were both crushed by it. I remember we were about ten magic years old.

"Do you really have to go" HP asked, watching his slightly older sister pack her things.

"I have to" she confirmed sadly. "It's what must be done..."

"We'll see each other again, right?"

"... I'm not sure, Henry..."

"We have to!"

Charlotte sighed slightly and looked at him with a sad smile.

"We'll meet up in three days. The place where we used to play."

HP's face lit up with joy.

"Sounds wonderful!"

I remember meeting up nearly every night. It was my first act of disobedience to my father; It was the first of many.

((I got bored :I No inspiration. No motivation. No nothing.

So my headcanon is that HP is Sanderson's uncle. HP's sister is named Charlotte. They got into all kinds of mischief together when they were kids/teens! They were also best friends with a pixie named Edward, but that comes later. That's all I shall reveal for now! You must wait for the second chapter like everyone else! I'm so mean, I'm sorry! Reviews are welcome!))