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The creature landed on the cliff that overlooked its forest. It was known as The Pixie King, though it wondered why, when it was just an excellent Pixie. It ruled over it's grand forest, on a large island in the middle of the stars. It's, his home, was a forest full of his life and wonder.

The Pixie King didn't remember how he came into being, but it had been told by the Man in the Moon of his birth. Before the record of time, there had been a terrible blizzard. One that not even is remembered to this day. A mother with her newly born child, had left their home to get to a warm place. The Village had been cruel to her, and the only way she saw out was the belief of a new chance for her child to live in a castle of a queen who wanted to adopt a child. But the mother never made it, and she froze. But before she surrendered to the cold, she believed in a single moment, as she looked at the light of the Moon, and smiled as she knew that her child would live. It was in that moment that the child had passed from the world and had became the first Pixie, brought to creation by the light of the Moon and by the strong belief of the Mother. The new born Pixie had then felt the need to fly as high as it could, to be the closest to the Moon. As it did so, it reached out with its hands, as if grasping at the light and it learned what it was as The Man in the Moon had quietly told the Pixie.

It was Belief.

And Belief wasn't just a Pixie either, as The Man in the Moon saw that the pixie was a force of Chaos, the keeper of Fables. It was the final child of Chaos, a force that would be far stronger then even himself. Artemus, the other children told him, naming the then young pixie king. However little did Artemus know, that the Man in the Moon had plans for the tiny pixie. And Tsar Lunar, as he was known, silently guided the pixie to help the human children. He then quietly watched on as the Pixie went about the world, over the centuries, gathering all of the forgotten, lost and mistreated children. Giving them the chance of life and love that was deserving to them. The Man in the Moon watched as the Pixie King took care of its pixies, and loved them above even more than the Fairies and Elves.

And the Man in the Moon loved the Pixie, the very first one.

And Artemus spent many nights playing, unnumbered the nights and the days he played. The Pixie would dance in the rain, played with the Moonbeams, played with human children, and created children of it's own to play with. It's children were the Elves, the Pixies and the Fairies. His Elves were slightly bulky creatures that loved to have fun. They were always exploring and coming up with things that made his other children laugh and seek to join them. His Pixies and Fairies were the same, they almost looked like tiny versions of humans. However his Pixies chose to avoid the humans they encountered, when he decided to play on Earth, while his Fairies played with the humans. He called them according to how they preferred, whether they choose to try to be like the humans, or not. It didn't matter to him, as long as they were happy.

As long as all his children was happy.

He loved life, playing under the Moonlight, with the moonbeams and occasionally with the human children, who could see him and his children. He would sometimes invite the the little humans to play in his forest, but he would always return them back to their homes afterwards. This was always a delight for him and his guests, along with his Fairies and Elves.

It noticed on this particular night, the Moon wasn't awake. The Pixie King knew that it was how things were, with every twenty nights of the Moon and a few nights of the Moon sleeping. It leaped from its perch, upon noticing that shadows seemed to be darker and longer than it should be on a moonless night.

The Pixie King jumped into the air and flew, using its large wings, over it's forest. Its wings looked as if it came off of a unusually giant dragonfly. Its green hair looked like tiny, long blades of grass growing from a tan brown scalp. Its abnormally large green eyes scanned over the trees as it passed over them, and it spotted a figure. And it could feel darkness coming from the figure, a sense of evil.

The Pixie landed directly in front of the dark figure, throwing up dirt and grass, as it landed with a force that was clear in its message. That the intruder wasn't welcomed.

"Impressive!" The Pixie heard the intruder praise. It saw that the person looked like a Human, but he had dark hair, and almost a pale white skin.

"My name is Pitch," The Pixie King heard. "And I have something, I do think that you want."

The Pixie narrowed its eyes and folded its long arms over its chest. It readied its equally long legs, as it crouched to be eye level with the strange man. It waited for Pitch to continue and the man did.

"My offer," Pitch said, expecting the Pixie to be protective of its forest and all within. He knew all about the Spirit, of how it rose to power and grew to a very large size. He took great care to learn about what it did. And he had decided that the Pixie King could be of use to him. "I know what you can do, creating images and making them real. You can also be more."

The creature tilted its head and stared at the man.

"I can give you the power to effect humans," Pitch said. "You can spread your magic in the form of tales and stories. And I can give you the power to talk."

The man watched as the Pixie seemed to be considering his offer. He grinned as the fearlings crept closer to the creature.

"You can stay how you are," Pitch told the Pixie King, slowly. "You can be mischievous. And you can be like a Fairy. But you have to work for me."

Pitch waited until the creature looked at him and nodded, smiling.

"Good," Pitch said smugly.

Suddenly the Pixie King saw the fearlings jump at him. The creature felt a few start to attach themselves to him and he quickly turned to glare at Pitch, who was laughing wickedly. The creature shouted out in anger and grabbed up Pitch. It shot into the sky and its misty powers wrapped around the fearlings trapping them. His powers were magnified, from his anger, and he flew far away from his home.

Then suddenly the creature landed on the ground and dumped Pitch onto the ground, none too kindly. He crouched on the ground and looked at himself. To his despair, he noticed that his arms and hands were black- up to his elbows. He looked at Pitch and saw the man get up and brush the dirt and mud out of his hair and off of his clothes.

Anger and hate quickly rose to the surface as he saw the Nightmare King grinning.

In a sudden movement, Pitch abruptly found himself on the ground and pinned under his new slave. His frown turned to a smile.

"What's wrong my friend?" Pitch taunted. "You accepted my offer. Now face the consequences. You belong to me now."

The Pixie King growled and shoved Pitch further into the dirt, with his black hand and then smiled. He got right into the man's face, noticing a hint of fear in the yellowed eyes.

"You cannot enter into my forest ever again," The Pixie hissed at Pitch, threateningly. "No one can from now on. I now realize what you are, and so do my children. You will never rule me. You will never control me!"

"No," Pitch said smugly, as he shoved the Pixie's hand off of him. He stood up and grinned. "Not completely. But you are mine. You work for me. And you can't go back to your forest. Not anymore."

Pitch chuckled wickedly as he saw the Pixie King look saddened by that fact.

And he was overjoyed.