Once upon a time, in the city of London, There was a handsome scientist who lived with his wife. While they both loved each other, they had been working close together at the Natural History Museum. But their big secret from their career is that they believe in fairies ever since they were children and now had given birth to a daughter as they called her Elizabeth or as a nickname, Lizzie. They had become proud parents and felt happy when their baby daughter laughed for the very first time, giving birth to a fairy. Because a baby's first laugh broke into many pieces and they all went skipping about as the beginning of a new born fairy. But the scientist's sister, a woman who was born rational just believed it to be rubbish and foolish fantasies and was head director of the Museum.
It was a few days when the scientist's wife got gravely ill mysteriously. Her faithful husband, still holding his baby daughter, stayed close at her bed side, caring for her as best he could while his sister and the trusties at the museum kept their distance. She declared her undying love to her husband and her daughter before passing away in his embrace. In order to protect his daughter, he decided to let go of his belief of fairies and face the real world it was high time her threw his fairy drawings in the fire and began to focus on what a scientist is supposed to believe is real and not to believe what is not. This impressed his sister, as her true nature was revealed, cold and cruel, and bitterly jealous of his only daughter, she was really determined to forward the interest of not believing in fairy tales.
Reluctantly, the scientist wasn't proud of the idea and knew that it would not what his wife needed. But he promised her that he'll keep his daughter safe even if he would have to grow up and do what he thought was best for his daughter. But little did he know that his daughter's love and belief in fairies would make a difference.