The universe. A vast, never ending existence of nothing and everything. In the story of my life, it starts with the sun. The sun's gracious warmth shines down on the sparkling oceans and carries them upwards into my sky. The clouds they form eventually get so much water, they spill. They spill gracefully. Spilling on everything, including the trees. Now the trees can grow, and while they grow, they birth sweet fruits and berries. The birds especially love the berries, they've told me so.
This is my favorite part about the Earth, and I get a front row seat. I am a pixie. My name is Morning. There are many with my same name, but I am the best. Why?
I am Keeper of the Clouds. In other words, I control all the water vapor-flavored cotton candy in your skies. I have one of the most important jobs a pixie can have, and I'm very proud of it. Yet, most people mistake me for being odd. That is, I have to say, a harsh, rude term I dislike. I would prefer unique, but they have negative opinions about me. Why, you ask?
First, allow me to explain pixies to you. We are not what you think. No, we do not have wings. There are the pixies that look like small humans, like me, and there are pixies that embody what they control, also like humans.
Now, the reason why I am odd? There is a pixie I long to meet. She knows of me (of course), knows not that I know of her. Her name is Moonlight. She is a beautiful apple tree that exists in your world, in a great forest filled with many others. But to me, she is unique. Why, I honestly do not know, but she stands out to me. I have always wanted to meet her, but sadly, I am not allowed to cross the Barrier between ground and sky. I will find a way to meet her, I am sure of it. Even if it's the last thing I do.
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The Keeper of the Clouds
FantasyA pixie named Morning is the Keeper of the Clouds, a high ranking for a pixie. Most think she is quite odd. Why? There is a tree pixie she longs to meet, but must find a way to break the barrier between earth and sky.
