Past...

"Now I want you to stay quiet," Story said to a little dark pixie, seeing the tiny creature nod eagerly.

The boy smiled at his newest pixie.

Nyfe, as Story had named the dark pixie looked very fitting to his name. The tiny pixie had short jet black windswept hair, and sharp looking point charcoal gray colored wings. A makeshift covering of raven feathers covered the body of the little pixie, only the spindly ashy pale skin of his arms and legs were the only things uncovered.

Nyfe was hovering in the air, his four wings buzzing as they held him hovering in the air as he looked as his King. His bright green eyes looked up to see Story extend a hand.

"Alright," The boy said, grinning. "Come to me."

The day old Pixie grinned as he lightly settled onto the outstretched hand. Nyfe then folded his wings against his body as he felt the other hand gently close around him.

"I'm going to put you into my pocket Nyfe," Story explained as the tiny Pixie enjoyed the ride downward. "I need for you to stay in it and stay quiet. And I promise to make this short, so when I say to come out, you can play again."

"Okay," Nyfe said, his voice a whisper.

Nyfe soon found himself in a small dark place. He found that it was warm and comfortable. He noticed that little bits of light filtered past the threads of the coat pocket that he was in. He smiled as he looked and he realized that he could see bits of color, and some shapes. He giggled a little, his laugh sounding slightly like a tiny hiccup.

"Shhh," Story said, gently. "Be quiet until I say otherwise, alright?"

"It's cozy here," Nyfe whispered, as he settled down into the pocket. "I'll stay quiet Story."

"Thank you," Story said.

Nyfe stayed quiet and listened. He quickly realized that Story was in a meeting with some very large other colorful shapes. He learned that it was about a boy called Nightlight, who had become human. The Pixie blinked as he remembered the first human he had seen.

It was a boy who looked very young, and had brown hair and brown eyes. And like Nyfe, could not remember anything past yesterday.

"What do you mean Story became a human?"

"I mean that Nightlight became a human," Story said chuckling. "After our victory against Pitch."

"So he's a child now?" A female voice asked excitedly.

"Tooth," Nyfe heard Story say, as the pixie felt his little space rock slightly. "Earth to Tooth."

"Sorry," The reply came slightly giggling.

"So who is the boy?" A deeper voice asked.

"Uh," Story said, the pixie noticing the hesitation in his voice. "I watched Nightlight change, by Tsar Lunar's help. After that Nightlight vanished. So I don't know."

Nyfe's eyes narrowed, as the pixie felt that Story wasn't right. The boy did know, and Nyfe realized that the boy had told a false tale.

"You think that he'll remember?" The first voice asked, it having a bit of an odd accent to it.

"I sure hope so," The deep voice answered.

Nyfe sat back, allowing for the rest of the meeting to pass, as he thought about that brown haired boy.

There was just something about Jackson, as Story had told them, that it was his name. There was just something that Nyfe couldn't figure out. He felt good around the boy, as if they belonged together. Yet Story reminded Nyfe that Jackson was human, and that the pixies didn't ever stay around humans. They had left the boy with a couple who was more then happy to call the child their own, before coming to this meeting.

Nyfe was soon brought out of his thoughts, as he noticed a finger entering into his little space.

"Nyfe," He heard Story say. "It's fine to come back out. The meeting is over."

The dark pixie grinned and climbed towards the edge of the pocket-space. The little pixie's head popped out and he blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Nyfe soon realized that they were back at the village where Jackson was at, and the pixie's heart leapt with joy.

"Let's go visit the Overlands," Story announced.

Present...

Nyfe sped through the air, trying to flee from the threat behind him. He felt no fear, never could, but he knew that he had to find some safety even though he would still be caught. He found it in the light of the moon.

He finally stopped, high into the sky and turned around, just as he felt a large hand grab him. He looked up into the pale ashy face of his King, who was scowling.

"I got you now, you little punk," Nyfe heard Dusk growl, as the yellow-green eyes narrowed in anger. "Never once did you truly listen."

Suddenly Nyfe felt pain, a feeling of being drained of energy, of self. It felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside. It hurt, mostly that Story was the one that was hurting him and Nyfe cried. He started to felt something start to burn deep inside of him and he sunk into that feeling, trying to escape the fact that he was dying.

Suddenly Dusk felt like he was squeezing a very hot fireball and he quickly let go. He looked at his hand briefly , before looking to see a tiny white bit of light.

"Artemis," The Pixie King heard a voice say to him. "I know that you still have a heart."

The corrupted Pixie King looked up at the Moon and he then looked back down at the little ball. He realized that he just had tried to kill his beloved Nyfe. He felt his soul hurt and he started crying.

"Nyfe," Story said, extending a hand. "Come to me and let me give you back what belongs to you."

The little light brightened and came towards Story. It allowed itself to be embraced in Story's hands. The Pixie King felt the little's ball warmth and he felt the innocence from the little form. He remembered the innocence that he had one had, so long ago. Story sighed with longing as he returned all that he had taken, along with the love he felt for each pixie.

In return, the little form shared his love back, for his King and it reached the great Pixie's soul.

Story gave to his Nyfe everything that belonged to the pixie. Memories, love and the truth of who Nyfe was. Afterwards Story stepped back as Nyfe opened his eyes and started hovering in the air automatically.

Nyfe realized that he was bigger now, then what he once was. No longer was he a small pixie, he discovered as he examined himself as much as he could. Now he was as big as Story's hand. He was still a twiggy skinny pixie, he noticed, but now his skin was a very light peach color. He also noticed little bits of his now white hair.

Nyfe smiled as he looked up at Story.

Who wasn't smiling, or looking at him.

"Story?" Nyfe said, buzzing over to get the Pixie King to look at him. The changed pixie got into Story's face and saw sorrow in his eyes. "Things will get better."

"They will be," Story said, his voice low. "You just have to find Jack, Nyfe."

Nyfe nodded and started to leave, then stopped and looked back at Story.

"I will be okay," Story told Nyfe, putting on a smile.

Nyfe nodded again and shot off in search for the Frost Spirit.

And he knew in his heart, that Story lied.

Hope you guys liked this one. It turned out slightly different then the original written script, but it's still good. Enjoy, cause it's not over yet.