Past

"Do you like the view?"

Lleu jumped slightly as he realized that Suya was beside him suddenly again. He looked at the nine year old and saw him grinning, as if he did something that he found quite hilarious.

"I'm enjoying it so much, I think I want to see if I can fly as well," Lleu said sarcastically. "Are we really sailing in the sky?"

"That's certainly not sea foam out there," Suya shot right back, as a scarecrow looking creature came ambling up with something that looked like a fabric. It handed it to Suya, and the boy unfolded it and held it up to Lleu. The teen, who had previously been looking back out onto the clouds, noticed this action and he looked at Suya. The French teen noticed that it appeared to be some kind of dress, and that it looked a bit odd. It did have patterns of gold and red, in the form of flowers or flames. Lleu wasn't sure which, but it looked like something a king would wear.

"Good," Lleu heard the boy say, offering it to him. "You'll be wearing this today."

"I'm to wear a dress?" Lleu asked, a bit snarky, as he gave Suya a look and an raised eyebrow.

"That's not a dress," The boy informed, grinning and motioning for him to follow. "It's called a Hanfu. And it's a silk Hanfu."

Lleu started to follow, only to pause and pick up what he figured was the belt. He then caught up with Suya, who waited at the door, that went into the ship. The boy was grinning and he then lead the teen further into the ship. On the way Lleu saw various creatures, including almost running into a creature that looked a cross between a cat and a boy. Soon, Suya stopped at a door and opened it. Inside, Lleu saw what looked like a bed, with colorful patterns and birds on it.

"You get dressed behind that wall," Lleu heard, and saw Suya pointing to a small wall coming out from the side. "Put that on. I can't have you looking like a peasant, not with me."

"But I like my stuffy clothes," Lleu responded, as he went behind the wall to change.

"Oh yeah," Lleu heard, as he changed and attempted to figure out how to wear the outfit. "Welcome to my world. Now that you're here, you'll see things that most grownups will say is myth or stories. Believe me, they are very real. They just don't see it, or forget to see the things."

"What do you mean?" Lleu asked as he popped his head out to glance at Suya. He found that the boy had already changed into something similar, but his clothes were hues of gold, blue and white, with the colors seemingly fading into each other somewhat.

"I mean," Suya answered, looking back at him. "That you'll see things like dragons, things of nightmares, fairies, and above all, my Pixies!"

"Pixies?"

"Yes," Suya said, starting to sound proud. "They're my children and they're just about everywhere. You just need to believe and you'll see them."

"I think I got putting on the Handshu on right," Lleu said, finally happy, as he believed that he got the outfit on right and he came out from behind the wall.

"It's Hanfu," Suya corrected, shaking his head. He smiled then and he clapped once. "You're a fast learner, and I didn't even have to help."

"So where are we going?" Lleu asked, curiously as he wandered over to check out the bed.

"We are heading to the Neverlands," Suya told him.

"What's that?" Lleu said sitting on the bed. He found that it was soft and felt good.

"A land that none but my Pixies have seen," Suya answered, sounding like he missed it. "My home and my Kingdom."

"Wait," Lleu said, holding up a hand. "Suya, you're a king?"

"Oh, dear Lleu," Suya said, laughing a little. "Call me Story. And I'm the King of the the Pixies."

"What are Pixies?"

"Look around!" Story exclaimed, motioning around the room. "If you believe in all the stories that you've hear, and heard me tell you, then you'll be able to see them."

"So the Basilisk is real?"

"It is," Story said, wrapping an arm around his friend. "You just need to remember. Remember that feeling as a kid, that you had, that feeling of another world out there?"

Lleu did. He remembered longing, a deep longing in his heart, that if only he could fight dragons or explore the world and meet a unicorn, and suddenly he saw them. Tiny creatures sitting on various things, on the tops of chairs, in the window, and a few where dancing in his lap a little. There where a lot of the tiny creatures, each had its own look, but all had wings and were small. The teen looked at Suya, Story, and noticed that two were sitting on his shoulders. Lleu gasped in wonder, as he saw them. He slowly smiled in joy as he realized that he knew the tales he grew up with were real, and he vowed that he'd never let go of this.

"You are King of the Pixies," Lleu said, looking at his friend in a new light.

"And you are going to be the first Human to visit the Neverlands," Story told him, grinning. "Welcome to my world. The world of walking between the Spirit world and the human world."

Present

James Bennett, or Jamie, remembered the time he had with Story, and then meeting Jack. He believed that it had been all a dream, meeting the Guardians. However losing Story had been a blow to him. It was like losing a part of himself that he didn't know that he had before. He acted like he felt was accepted, and grew up. He even told Sophie that it was all just a kid's tale, but he didn't believe that. Not in his heart.

He believed that Jack existed, even though that he never saw Jack or the guardians again. But he did see the Pixies, and even played with them when no one was around. He made it a game with them, to keep it a secret from Jack and the rest of the Spirit world, that they would not speak of their games. And they kept Jamie informed on what Jack did, and if Story made a reappearance.

Jamie recorded his own story about his adventure with the Guardians, on a blog and he even wrote the stories that he once heard from Story. And he noticed that many started to read it, but he felt that something was still missing from his stories. And his soul. And that something was Story.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night, to something poking him. At first, Jamie couldn't see anything, but he certainly felt that someone or something was in his room with him. He remembered what Story had told him about how things could happen, if children believed, and not only children, but adults as well.

Jamie heard a sigh, and he grew worried. "I know that you're there, but I don't know why I can't see you, when I can see Pixies and Spirits," Jamie said in a whisper. "But I believe that you are here, and I believe that you want help. I'll help you, but I need to know what you need."

Jamie didn't get an answer immediately, so he smiled softly, remembering the kindness that he saw Story show towards his pixies. He decided to try to imagine something that Story described how he looked and soon a form started to develop beside him. After a few minutes he saw that it had what looked like fuzzy grass all over it's body, and what looked like a tuft of grass shooting out of the top of it's head. The most clear thing was this spirit was huge, larger then any Pixie he saw. It was about four feet tall, and had eight pairs of dragonfly wings. It sat on his bed and looked at him with it's bug like eyes and it didn't seem afraid at all.

The Teen reached out to the odd creature and touched the hair, if he could call it that, and felt that it was like stiff hair.

"What is your name?" Jamie whispered, keeping his voice low.

"Fable," The Creature answered, it's voice sounding like it was there, yet fading out. "I think that's my name anyways. But I may have been called Story too, but I don't know for sure."

Jamie shot up, wide awake now and he grinned in joy. Then just as suddenly, joy turned to suspicion as he heard about spirits posing as certain spirits that had faded. He had to know for sure, something that only Story and him knew. He hoped that this was indeed Story, as he quickly searched through his memories about something Story had told only him.

"Wait!" Jamie said, as he remembered the tale that Story had told him about the Neverlands. "If you are Story, you can get me to the Neverlands. We can fly there."

"The teen heard laughing and and it seemed that the pixie was smiling.

"I can take you there," The Pixie told Jamie, sounding pleased. "But it won't be actually flying. I'm not strong enough, and I need you to help me."

Again suspicion tugged on the boy's mind and he looked at the Pixie creature hard then.

"Then how are we going?"

"We are going by the Wishart," The Pixie told Jamie. "If I recall, I think I told you about it."

Jamie did remember Story telling him about it, once when they were having a sleepover. His friend had stayed up with him and pointed to a star, that night and smiled. "The Neverlands are second to the right, and straight on till morning," Story had told him. And the only way they could get there was by grand Galleon ship called the Wishart, which was created by the children of the world, during the dark ages. It was the first time, he had told Jamie, that all the children of the world had united as one, to bring into being, something. And it was the only way that Story could get to the Neverlands as a human, and the only way a human could enter into the Neverlands without Story's help.

"You have told me about it," Jamie said, smiling at his friend. "So when are we going?"

We will go now if you want," The Pixie said, smiling and hovering in the air. "I need you though."

"How?" Jamie asked, curiously feeling something familiar about the spirit. He remembered feeling like being a whole being around Story, and he felt a little like that now with the spirit.

"My power is weak," Jamie heard Fable tell him. "You can help me magnify my power until I can find myself."

It was then that Jamie realized that it was indeed Story, but a fragment of who he was. The teen grinned and he held out a hand to the spirit.

"I'll do my best," Jamie said, seeing Fable put his hand into his. Suddenly they were at a harbor and several feet away from a grand ship. The Teen's eyes widened in surprise and he looked at the spirit. "Did you do that?"

"I didn't do it alone," Fable answered grinning, and showing little sharp teeth. "You helped me with it."

Jamie shook his head, not feeling the least bit afraid of the tiny teeth. He noticed Bunny pop up and he ducked behind a crate, as Fable shot towards the Pooka. He watched the Easter Bunny have a small conversation with a spirit he had never seen before, and he learned that he wasn't the only one trying to bring Story back. But the teen never knew that Story was a child of Chaos, whatever that was. He figured that it was a very powerful spirit though, from the sounds of it.

Then just almost as sudden, the conversation was done and both Bunny and the fire spirit were gone.

Jamie came out of hiding, as he saw Jack and another male land nearby, with Fable.

"Jamie?" He heard Jack ask in shock.

"Jack Frost," Jamie said, grinning in excitement and joy. "It's been a while Frost boy!"

"Frost boy?" Jack said questioningly, unsure of the title. Fable giggled as it's form suddenly shifted to that of a boy with white hair, blue eyes and wings made of ice shards. Jack seemed to notice this and he pointed at the creature and he frowned. "You change your form?"

"I don't know," Fable said, looking down on itself. "I'm only trying to find myself, so I don't know what I look like.

"I think I'm responsible for that," Jamie said, causing Jack to look at him. "Fable, as it's called, had no form until I gave him one. I don't think it's permanent."

The other spirit, Jamie noticed, stayed a few feet away from Jack, and as he went closer to the spirit, he understood why. Jack was cold, while the new spirit-a guy with fire red short hair and wind swept looking clothes, was hot. They were like Summer and Winter.

"I'm James Bennett," Jamie introduced himself to the fire spirit.

"Lleu," Jamie heard in return. "Retired Summer Spirit."

"You can still see me!?" Jack interrupted in excitement. "You can see us both?!"

"Yeah," Jamie answered the Frost spirit and grinning. "I've never lost that ability. I don't think I can."

"Really now," Lleu said smirking and folding his arms over his chest. "That sounds a lot of familiar. Let me guess, it has something to do with Story?"

"I'm not sure," Jamie said, looking at the Fire spirit. "I do know that we seemed to hang out a lot, and we had a connection that I don't know how to explain."

Jamie felt a slight pressure on his shoulder to see a bright white and blue pixie standing and peering into his eyes.

"Nyfe?"

The Pixie grinned and leap off of him, doing backwards somersaults in the air. The teen laughed and he saw it shoot towards Jack and whisper something in his ear. It was Nyfe, changed, Jamie realized. The pixie was no longer dark, but now bright as a tiny star.

Jamie felt a light touch on his arm and he looked down to see a dark form of what looked like a Pixie and he remembered about Fable.

"Lleu, are you here to help Fable out too?" Jamie asked.

"I'm here for many reasons," The Fire Spirit answered. "But Story is one of them. Without his presence, the whole world is going to be thrown into danger. Malos, or Quetzalcoatl, is free, and his very presence is going to throw the known world into uncertainty. All because Story is dead. "

"Fragmented," Jamie corrected. "Story's not dead, but in pieces. And one of those pieces is here.

As he said that, he pointed at Fable, causing the other two to look at the dark creature.

"And I think we have his core."

Written to Sun Mother by Melodysheep