Okay, this was a very random story I wrote today... it was originally inspired a bit by a game I play then imagination ran wild with it. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Once upon a time, there was a forest pixie that lived in a large forest. Now this pixie may have lived in the forest his entire life, but there were still parts of it that he has never been to. Since such is the decree of the elders of his tribe. They stayed in their boundaries and nowhere else as there was a possibility for danger of the one who left the area. One day, the pixie was out adventuring in the area when he heard what sounding like a river. He had never seen one before, only hearing tales of their existence.

The pixie started to fly out towards river when he saw a mark on a tree, the mark posting the boundary of his village. He was unsure what to do, he wanted to go and see the river, and more of the world beyond, but wasn’t sure what to do. At first, he went home, but every day, he was called to that same border, wanting to go further on. It wasn’t until one day, he heard something else, something that drove his curiosity to no end as he crossed the border and flew to the where he heard the sound coming from.

The pixie came to the stream, and saw to wild cat kittens playing by the stream. At first the pixie was on a branch watching as the two felines played. They soon were pouncing on each other and pushing around. As what one might expect, soon the playing caused some misfortune. One of the kittens fell into the river. The soaked kitty was crying for help, holding onto the roots of a tree with his claws as it was trying to not get swept downstream. The kitten on the land wasn’t sure how to help, as it cried back trying to reach for it.

At this moment, the pixie stood up, about to go help them, but not knowing what could happen stayed his actions. As he watched the kitten bob in the water, begging for something to help it a larger cat come into view. It heard the cries of its young and sought to help, at first the pixie was relieved he wouldn’t have to interfere, but soon realized that the mother could not save its young. It was at this moment the pixie heard a voice calling to him.

“Go, help it, you know you want to.” The voice urged him.

“I do, but what would happen to me afterwards? I might get killed.” The pixie responded.

The voice was quiet for a bit before it responded, “Do not worry if you die. For you were the more noble and just. You will have your place further on. Are you going to let fear rule your life? You adventured past the boundary. Why not go further and help those who need it. You can ask the tree to help the kitten and its family will never know.”

The pixie stood for a few moments more before it made its mind. “I’ll help it, because, it is what should be done.” He said as he went to fly down to the tree. His wings making little sounds that caught the attention of the mother as he landed on the tree. He started to speak to it.

“Please tree, help the kitten. Please.” The pixie asked.

The tree whispered back, “Why should I help it? It is hurting me and my roots.”

The pixie looked at the tree, “It is hurting you not intentionally. It only wants to live, like you and me. Please help it and I’ll make sure your roots are tended to.”

The tree made a sound as its leaves rustled and a groaning sound was heard as the root that the kitten was attached to starts to move. The tree carried the kitten to the side of the riverbank where its mother got it and pulled it to safety. The pixie went down to the feline, seeing the kitten was safe.

“Thank you, little one.” The mother said as she lowered her head to the pixie.

“It came with a price; your young hurt this tree. It saved your young even though it was hurting it. For that, something must come for it. The tree wants a guardian; will you and your family guard it?” He asked.

The mother seemed uncertain at first; she wasn’t sure what could happen as the feline shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t risk my kittens’ life to guard this tree.” She said. The tree grumbled as a root snaked out and grabbed the kitten it saved.

The pixie flew up and spoke to the tree “Please don’t how about this, you both work together to help each other? The tree could grow some roots, and maybe you could guard the other trees around and ask if they would help make a barrier for your kittens to play safely.” The tree stopped and it rustled as a few others in the area did as well.

The mother nodded. “If the trees help protect my young then I and my young will protect them as well.” The trees rustled some more and then it happened.

A few trees started to move their roots making a fence that blocked off the river bank as the tree set the kitten down. The pixie thanked the tree for saving the kitten and went to the mother. “Please be kind to them. They will help you protect your young as they will grow to protect them.”

The pixie flew off, happy that the voice urged him to be stronger than his fears. The pixie did not return to his village, as he set about, helping more who needed it and soon making plenty of friends to be with.