I am a fairy and I live in a world where a belief in magic is everything. I have been around for an hundred years, and I know, I'm a baby compared to everyone else who has hundreds of years on me. I haven't been around long enough to live everything myself, but I have been told many stories on the history of magic.
They told me of when fairies first came to be. They told me how the Dark Ages came soon after that when Pitch Black was at his strongest and darkness ruled the land. They told me about the Man in the Moon, a force of good who created the Guardians to chase that darkness away.
They spoke of Bunnymund, Sand Man, the Tooth Fairy, and Santa. The big four who were sent to defeat Pitch Black and end his reign of terror. They made children's lives brighter, filled their days with happiness, and gave them hope to dream of a better tomorrow.
And then there was Jack. Jack Frost. They said he came out of nowhere about three hundred years ago; playing tricks and spreading winter joy wherever he went. He was young for a legendary being and despite being the Lord of Winter he had the power to melt every fairies' heart. His hair is snow white and his teeth sparkle like freshly fallen snow. His eyes twinkle a crystalline blue unlike anything you've ever seen. Despite all the happiness he brings, he had a rough past; spending three hundred years unseen by children, never feeling the joy that comes from being believed in.
And then all that changed a year ago when Pitch Black made his great return, bringing with him a return of the Dark Ages.
I remember that dark time, a period of time that will forever stain the light of the magical world's history. We fairies have a job similar to that of the guardians, we protect the Earth as well as the children who will inherit it one day. While the guardians take over the major tasks of protecting them, we fairies keep magic alive in their lives through the little things. We make the light hit the snow at just the right angle, we put the dew on each grass blade, we are the quiet jingle in the air, and we make the little miracles happen every day.
It's not easy being a fairy though. We can only be seen by the pure of heart and even then it's only for minutes at time when they need to see us most. Not even legendary beings can see us. We spend most of our days in our smaller forms and scattered across the globe spreading the belief in magic. It's all fun and games to do what we do.
But all that changed when Pitch Black came back. We held our own at first against his darkness until his nightmares took the tooth fairies and his power grew stronger. His horses could sense us and tried to capture us as well. We were forced to retreat and for the first time in the hundred years I've been around, all of the fairies were forced to take refuge in the Fairy Grove. The Queen even had the entrance's protective barrier tripled in strength and were forbidden to leave under any circumstances...
The rest is pretty much history. Sandman was believed to be killed by Pitch and Easter was ruined. All seemed lost until something happened to turn the tides. To everyone's surprise and even to the hero himself, it all came down to the light that refused to go out and to Jack Frost. Jack's inner strength and tendency to have fun was enough to save the world and bring back the light.
And that brings us today. Most fairies are known as Solar Fairies; they draw their power from the Sun and the Stars. And then there is me, my name is Celina and I am a Moon Fairy. This is my story and for all other purposes, this is a story about the Rise of the Nature Guardians.
The rest of the story will told from third person and in present tense. Consider this chapter more like the prologue.