These are a few brief descriptions of when Gilbert was described as an enemy (in the books) and how their friendship might have changed them

Charlie Sloane dared Arty Gillis to jump over it, and Arty did because he wouldn't take a dare. Nobody would in school. It is very FASHIONABLE to dare. Mr. Phillips gave all the Mayflowers he found to Prissy Andrews and I heard him to say 'sweets to the sweet.' He got that out of a book, I know; but it shows he has some imagination… and look how sweet was Gil to get these for me Marilla, he told me if I wanted them so much he would pick them all for me but then I told him he shouldn't, there should be enough for everyone to enjoy don't you think?. We made wreaths of the Mayflowers and put them on our hats; and when the time came to go home we marched in procession down the road, two by two, with our bouquets and wreaths, singing 'My Home on the Hill.' Oh, it was so thrilling, Marilla.

Then all the girls began to cry, one after the other. I tried to hold out, Marilla. I tried to remember the time Mr. Phillips made me sit with Gil— but then if he hadn't I wouldn't have him as a friend and that just made me sad thinking about it so I tried to remember the time he spelled my name without an e on the blackboard; and how he said I was the worst dunce he ever saw at geometry and laughed at my spelling; and all the times he had been so horrid and sarcastic; but somehow I couldn't, Marilla, and I just had to cry too

'You know there is no such thing as a dryad,' said Diana. Diana's mother had found out about the Haunted Wood and had been decidedly angry over it. As a result Diana had abstained from any further imitative flights of imagination and did not think it prudent to cultivate a spirit of belief even in harmless dryads. 'But it's so easy to imagine there is,' said Anne. 'Every night before I go to bed, I look out of my window and wonder if the dryad is really sitting here, combing her locks with the spring for a mirror. Sometimes I look for her footprints in the dew in the morning. Oh, Diana, don't give up your faith in the dryad!'

Diana's eyes rolled. Anne felt a little disappointed. She loved Diana but she was becoming more and more practical as time went on. She needed to let her imagination run wild for just a little while, when she left she decided to drop by Pixie's Orchard. She was on her way up the path when she saw Gilbert out.

"Hallo Anne." He called a little way off. "What are you doing out so late? It's almost sunset."

"Oh I was on the way back to Green Gables but Diana has decided there's no such thing as Dryad's and I just needed to replenish my faith in them. What about you? Do you often come walking this way alone? It's a little out your way."

"It is really." He replied now meeting her. "But it does have some of the prettiest views up here, I really love seeing them, I sometimes just have to come." He said to her. "So is there something special about these trees in particular which would replenish your faith in dryad's?"

She paused for a moment. She'd never shared this with anyone before, not even Diana. She needed to make sure Gilbert was a true kindred spirit. "Do you believe in Dryad's?" She asked him directly.

"I believe any magic is possible since meeting you." He told her straight. It was the truth, although he didn't exactly share the faith Anne had in her imagination he did completely believe in her and if she believed it even in her imagination that was good enough for him.

She smiled at his statement, grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him into the trees. "Then I can show you this!" She exclaimed.

"Anne! Wait no its danger…" he trailed. But his words were soon diminished by the sight he beheld. "How… wait what?"

"Well it was when I first came to Green Gables, a little over a year ago I had come for a wander and no one had told me yet of the drop down the hill and how dangerous it was yet, so I had come through the trees to find this. I know I was most fortune now not to have fallen to my death for there are drops on either side, of the grove but it's so pretty here I couldn't stop coming back." She told him. "I've never brought anyone here before. Not even Diana, I named it Pixie's Orchard do you like it?" She said.

He looked again, the whole area was tiny in itself but was at large undisturbed. It was beautiful, greens and yellows, reds and browns bounced around the tiny haven. Even better he had shared a secret with him and him only, this was theirs, His and Anne's. "It's lovely." He told her. "Is this where your dryad's live?" she nodded and he smiled. "Will they not be mad at you for sharing their secret with an outsider?" He asked.

"Oh I don't think so." Anne said to him. "And anyway you're such a kindred spirit I doubt they would notice you as a stranger. But you could make sure." She told him.

"How?" he asked.

"If you swear your allegiance with the Pixie Queen she will grant you access here whenever you like."

He laughed a little "Swear my allegiance?" he asked.

"Have you never made a vow before?" She asked him.

"Well when would I need to?" He asked. "I'm not a married man I'm a fourteen year old boy!"

"Oh vows are more than just for organised religious purposes Gil. They are about what you feel is holy and sacred. I don't think God made nature so beautiful for us to ignore it, neither did he make our imaginations so we could ignore it. Oh I know it's just my imagination really Gil…"

Before she could continue he held her hands "I vow my alliance to the Pixie Queen and promise to protect their home from outside forces, and I will never along with my comrade Anne Shirley reveal its whereabouts to anyone else." She smiled as he paused. "Will that do?" he asked. He sprung into his arms

"Oh I knew my faith in you wasn't misplaced. Thank you Gil, this shall be our secret forever!"