Nyx & Stones 🏹

by chestnutcloverleaf

Summary:

🪶 Nyx moves through the world with a majestic, statuesque aura and wings of perfect posture. Shaped by scout duty, she is impossibly cool, sharp, and just the right amount of intimidating.
I'm the anxious, curious animal-talent fairy who can't help but stare.
She's devoted to her job, and I'm devoted to the fire within me.

As rules are broken and secrets are revealed, a slow-burning connection sparks between us -full of magic, tension, mischief, and the kind of vulnerable love that sneaks up on you... and changes everything. ⚔️🖤🧚🌈

Chapter 1: Chapter 1 🥾

I see the way she watches things.

Not just the land she guards like a lion over its territory,

but each dragonfly that swoops by,

the tender expressions on her fellow scouts faces after a job well done,

even me if I'm (un)lucky enough to get in her way.

I wouldn't dare admit this out loud, but if I had my way, we'd stay up til dawn together.

I'd remove her emotional armor, slowly,

and she would strengthen mine.

She'd show me adventure,

and I'd show her that security is more than just a realm free of beasts.

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Nyx is the stubborn and seemingly fearless lead scout fairy.

I guess you could say the scouts are part soldier, part security guard, and part police officer.
They protect Pixie hollow and everything in it, watch for threats, defend if needed, and enforce rules to keep us safe.

Poised from years of training in self-defense and combat, she has a stern look almost all of the time. Her practiced stoicism is evident in the way her unflinching stance is as alert as her ears and eyes are. It seems like her wings are antennae, too, the way she senses things so particularly.

This sensitivity makes her a highly-skilled scout and no doubt how she rose to be the leader of the guild. People that good at their job scare me. Honestly, I'd be too intimidated to go near her if it weren't for how effortlessly beautiful she is.

Light on her feet but not fragile, she walks like a proudly-waving flag, her long black hair smooth in the wind behind her. It is always sleek no matter how much she somersaults through the air during drills or crisis.

Her features are a perfect balance of feminine and masculine energy. The sharpness of her thin, dark eyebrows and softness of her cheeks blend seamlessly into the shape of her naturally defined eyes and sturdy shoulders.

Her favorite weapon rarely leaves her grip: a black and white striped porcupine quill spear. It matches the undershirt of her classic scouting uniform, which fits her body like a glove. The outermost layer's hues of brown and green bring out the radiant golden and olive undertones of her skin.

Her composure makes an equally noteworthy impression as her beauty. Her physical and mental strength command a room--not with arrogance, but persistence in executing her duties thoroughly.

Fairies like me, who stay out of trouble, don't interact with scouts a whole lot. Not seeing them around means thankfully nothing has gone wrong, but I'm eager to observe Nyx when I can.

The few times I have seen her in my neck of the woods, she didn't smile, chat, or even speak with her own comrades aside from giving commands and relaying necessary information. I'd give anything to know if she was that same closed-off, serious fairy in private.

Hell, I'd give anything to see inside the scout's quarters in general. From the outside, it seems cold, mysterious and dark, like the fairies within them. Although, to be selfless protectors scouts surely have some of the warmest hearts, right?

The animal-talent dwellings where I reside are cozy and vibrant in comparison. Even after dark we have lullabies, bedtime stories, and mischievous laughter buzzing about. I like to think we do a good job at enjoying the small things and allowing a little silliness to brighten our days. When we aren't working, we let loose and play games where we find ways to let the animals participate.

What do scout-talent fairies do when they're off-duty, I wonder. I can't even imagine what their pajamas look like. Just the thought of it makes me laugh.

"Hey!"

She wasn't one for jokes.

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2 🥮

I was enjoying a late breakfast of fluffy pumpkin pancakes in the tearoom, savoring a moment of solitude after a long morning cleaning chipmunk beds, when I turned to face this outburst.

Tinkerbell and Terence were passing something around playfully. It wasn't exactly a food fight, but their hyper exchange had caused a contained mess.

I couldn't tell what it was, for certain, they were tossing between their friends and back again, but I could see it was light-colored and hot because steam rose up from it, slowly, towards the pink and white french flower chandeliers. (At least that's what Fiorella, my comical baking-talent friend, called them. I don't think they were actually French.)

I looked at Nyx and then the group of cheerful fairies a few times, wondering how long it would take them to notice her standing there. They were having so much fun they hadn't even heard her snap at them.

Terence, being the shy sweetheart he is, quickly noticed the change in the other fairies' demeanor once they saw her, and immediately set down the item like a scared prisoner caught with contraband.

He is always so attuned to the feelings of everyone else, I sometimes worry if he neglects his own. Nyx must have thought this, too, because when he started to apologize, she didn't cut him off like she surely would have for a more careless fairy.

She didn't need to anyway, because his voice trailed off the second he didn't know what else to say. She looked at his guilt-ridden face before scanning the group with her bronze-colored eyes.

"How many times have I told you guys you can't play pass the popcorn anymore? It was forbidden after the fire in Sunflower Gully last year—and don't tell me you forgot because I won't believe you!" she said firmly.

"Popcorn? I thought it was a ball of light," Silvermist said. Her innocent naivety cut through the tension. She never knew how to read a room, but was the sweetest fairy in Pixie Hollow so everyone forgave her for it.

Tink looked at her inquisitively then said gently, "Uh, Sil.... do you see any light-talent fairies here?"

"Ohh..." she replied after looking around, her realization barely audible.

Nyx waited patiently for all their eyes to return to her before speaking once more. "If it happens again, I'm going to tell Queen Clarion" she warned, unamused. Her voice was harsh yet somehow smooth and relaxing, like the hum of an ancient war drum.

She didn't wait to see their reactions. Instead, Nyx flew off with efficient ease, not stopping to acknowledge or even notice me. I was grateful but also disappointed. She makes me nervous, but I'm so drawn to her energy it's intoxicating some days.

Did she come in here just to see if anyone was breaking the rules? She didn't even take a bite of food.

Then again, the scouts get up earlier than most, so she probably already had breakfast with her team this morning. I wonder what they eat. I'm sure they choose something super nutritious and bland in comparison to what I'm having currently.

This sweet breakfast was my reward to myself for the hard work I put in today, but I felt it pales in comparison to the constant effort of a scout. I looked down at my plate reflectively before remembering Fiorella is in the serving kitchen today. I excitedly put my dishes away and flew over to where she was working.

"Hey girl" she said, looking up from her beautifully messy workstation.

A row of freshly-baked banana bread was organized neatly in front of her next to counters full of crumbs and dishes. The sweet, flavorful aroma generously enveloped my face. If I wasn't so full, it'd be hard to resist asking her to sneak me a bite-- to which she would not refuse-- but I don't want to risk getting her in trouble, so it's for the best I can't indulge further at the moment.

Her thick hair was tied up in a neat ponytail and matched the mocha-colored apron she only wore when her favorite red one was dirty. "You all must be super busy back there," I said before glancing at the other cooking and baking-talents who were moving swiftly and passionately behind her.

"Literally the best and worst time of year for us, depending on the mood," she laughed. "But the new arrival is cute, which keeps us in good spirits!" She winked.

I grinned widely in return, loving that she trusts me enough to divulge the gossip. "Is that-?" I gasped slightly as I noticed what a sparrow man in the background was pouring. Tomorrow's menu included smoothies, and neverberry was my favorite, but they always went fast.

"Yes, but don't you dare!" she whispered through clenched teeth and widened her eyes humorously. She was normally pretty loud, so it was funny to see her try to be quiet.

"Hey, I didn't say anything! Just asking if that's what I think it is," I smirked.

It dawned on her I wasn't talking about him. "Oh. As long as you get here before 9, you should be able to grab one before everyone else does." she said, relieved.

I smiled, then an oven buzzer went off and I knew I shouldn't distract her much longer. "Thank you, I'll see you tonight, right?"

"Yes, I won't be late this time!" she promised as I flew off to go get ready.

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3 🪾

I arrived at the Fairy Theater just in time. The sun was only beginning to set in Havendish Square, meaning it was about to start.

Fiorella, wearing a chocolate-stained outfit of deep pink, gestured me over enthusiastically as if I couldn't spot her already. She must've come right after work, which took all day.

It was mid-summer, and therefore an easier time than most for me, as the animals I look after aren't coming up on hibernation, nor are they building nests. Baking-talents, on the other hand, had been so busy preparing recipes for the start of fall that I hadn't been able to hang out with my best friend in a while.

It was so nice to hug her hello, I felt like I was returning home after traveling somewhere far. I turned to face her and pouted. "I haven't seen you outside of work at all lately, you must be exhausted!"

She frowned. "I know. And yes, I'm a hot mess right now, but I told you I wouldn't be late, and I have tomorrow off!" She beamed. "You look cute, by the way. Is that new?"

My skirt was the same as hers but in deep green, and mine was clean. Animal-talent fairies are known for our love of warm, comforting colors like burnt orange and auburn, which I did wear often, but I was always partial to vibrant greens myself.

"No, it's the one we bought together after the spring ceremony, remember?" I said, happily recalling the memory.

"Oh you're right, it just looks so much fancier somehow when you wear it with your big boots and flower crown."

"It's a leaf crown, but thanks!" I jokingly gave her side-eye.

She rolled her eyes playfully at the correction. "Yeah, yeah. Tomato tomato" she said in her best Italian accent.

Just then, the room fell quiet and the lights dimmed as a storytelling-talent fairy gracefully entered the theater. We all directed our attention towards her.

Last week's was about the adventures of the winter sparrow man Rosetta fancies. Naturally, her and everyone she knows had been there. Some even wore festive hues of blue to celebrate, looking like frost-talents themselves. It was quite the joyous, crowded spectacle and I'm glad I didn't miss it.

This week's tale, however, is about a scout that nobody alive except Queen Clarion and a few others can remember. Expectedly, not as many fairies had shown up, but there was still a small crowd patiently observing as the storyteller gathered herself and approached center stage.

She was gorgeous, with wavy, dark goldenrod hair that glistened in the candlelight. Like Nyx, she was a fairy so talented it was almost scary. 

We took in the enchanting ambience as she started to move. Intense music commenced, orchestrated by the music-talent fairies in the shadows below the stage, and Fiorella and I's wings fluttered with anticipation.

Mist formed around her, glowing bright green against her violet dress. It was frightening how suddenly she became engulfed in opaque spirals of pixie dust, but they slowly dissipated into the shape of a handsome sparrow man as she began:

                                       🎭

"This is the true story of a courageous scout called Stoat.

Long ago, the greatest threat to Pixie Hollow was not hawks, but venomous red wasps.

One year, just before us fairies brought winter to the mainland, we fell under attack by an assembly of wasps more powerful than the biggest bee hive you've ever seen. They swarmed the pixie dust tree, threatening the livelihood of all fairykind.

Stoat was a striking new recruit to the scouts, just arriving in Pixie Hollow a few weeks before the chaos began. His potential was immense due to his chipper attitude and natural strength. He was as charismatic as he was gifted-- a precious addition to the team and community.

He had little experience, but like any great scout, possessed the boldness and honor to do everything in his power to make sure every fairy and creature he could manage remain unharmed.

Although seasoned fairies of this guild make working endlessly look easy, it is not so.  If you have ever seen a group of scouts in action, you will notice their steely demeanor is rarely shaken, giving an illusion of invincibility. But this comes from years of refining their skills and following procedure.

The eldest scout, wanting to prepare the newcomer for this pressure, said to him: "Heed my warning, young warrior. You are destined for greatness, but do not allow yourself to fill with premature confidence. You are not yet proficient and need sufficient practice before engaging with any enemy."

Stoat knew this was true, he lacked proper preparation. He had barely started his official training, but what he did not lack was ambition. He wasn't going to let an older fairy hold him back a moment longer.

"Destined for greatness," he repeated his mentor's words to himself as he considered what to do.

Surely, staying back was not the right thing, he thought. This was an emergency situation and he could not, in good conscience, sit idly while innocent fairies and animals turn into prey.

Besides, he could bring a fresh perspective to the scouts and go down in history as the rookie who exceeded expectations, right?

Headstrong Stoat was filled with too much dignity and excitement to resist. He had made his decision.

He shrugged off the wisdom of his superior, mustered up all his might, and followed the others into the fray.

Determined to exterminate them as quickly as possible, he headed straight up for the wasp's nest, suavely circling the massive structure of hexagonal cells for an entrance.

Dodging the vicious insects with ease, he shouted as he slayed each one with only a small sword until there were no more hovering around their nest.

Victory was in his sights. The other scouts were shouting from below, telling him to come back, but Stoat didn't give up.

He saw them successfully holding off the wasps that had traveled downwards, which fueled his nerve to continue searching for some way to get inside and destroy it.

This diligence would turn out to be his demise.

Things were not as they seemed. The nest was within a spinning trap designed to lure small creatures, like fairies, into the wasps' domain so they could feed on them. It was built with what appeared to be doors all along the perimeter, but this was a cunning façade.

The real entrance to the nest was hidden deep inside, where it was pitch black and impossible to find unless you knew your way around and could maneuver without sight.

He fell for the trick and began mazing through the outside walls. Finding a door he could finally open, he entered, where a terrifying cluster of ravenous wasps awaited him.

His heart pounded as he noticed a thousand eyes expecting his arrival. The door instinctively snapped shut behind him, like a hungry venus flytrap.

Recognizing the deceit, he did not flee for his life. He was enormously outnumbered and could not see a thing; there was no use. Instead, he thought of something fast.

He twitched around wildly as if reacting to the wasp venom and played dead, succumbing to the darkness and allowing a worker hornet to carry his body to their master.

Scout-talents are known for their ability to dim their glow on command for stealth, and it worked! They didn't call his bluff as he was paraded through the winding hallways of the colony.

As they approached the core of the wasp's dominion, terrifyingly loud buzzing rang in his ears and shouts of villainous triumph haunted him to his bones, but he kept his eyes closed and his limbs limp.

The rancid stench of larvae feed--insects chewed into a pulpy paste and regurgitated for their young--made Stoat feel sick. This, and the dim returning of light as they passed the grand entrance to the real nest, let him know they were almost there. 

The worker wasp proudly carried Stoat into the center den, with a trail of smaller wasps following behind. It was so repulsive, he did not know how much longer he could stay still. But, even as they set him atop a feast of slaughtered caterpillars and drizzled him with nectar, he did not move.

Next to him on the table laid dozens of victims remains, including sliced off scorpion tails and pincers that were discarded in favor of the meaty body. He tried his best to avoid shivering in fear as he devised a plan.

The starving crowd waited breathlessly to begin their celebration as the largest wasp gradually climbed the steps ascending to a long, regal table. The giant, grotesque creature moved with grandeur as if approaching a demonic altar, and the mass of wasps watched, mesmerized.

She was horrendously magnificent: their queen.

Stoat was exhausted, but knew he must seize the opportunity to defeat her if it was the last thing he did. If this was to be the first and only mission he ever completed, fate demanded he execute it flawlessly.

He waited anxiously for the best time to strike. The massive wasp slowly turned to her subjects to commend their delicious kill and the crowd lit up with satisfaction. "Well done! Now who's hungry for fairy blood?" she began and they all cheered on maliciously.

While they were distracted, Stoat covertly grabbed one of the decapitated scorpion tails and laid back down. Once the queen faced away to address the back of the room, he hurled it stinger-side forward at her with perfect aim.

It pierced her heart with the precision of a dart but speed of a bullet, and she reared up like a fire-breathing dragon.

It wasn't flames that spurted from her, though, but potent scorpion venom. The slimy yellow substance immediately seeped out and seared her like acid. A gut-wrenching sizzle erupted from her wound and noxious gas began to bubble out and spread throughout the refuge.

A chemical reaction was formed and, like a stink bomb, its power accelerated as the room filled. The cloud of toxins grew until the air became irreversibly poisoned.

Mayhem broke out. The wasps, overcome with madness, hissed in unison and bolted towards the doors, throwing themselves against the walls with desperation. Their screams were a horrifying choir of pain so shrill it was only drowned out by the deafening boom of the nest exploding a few seconds later.

The wasp's bodies scattered in disarray like fireworks and those that got out alive fled like cowards, as far as they could, and never returned to Pixie Hollow again."

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Fiorella grabbed my arm in fear as pixie dust fired off around the room in dazzling displays of red and gold. The spooked audience gasped. Then, the flourishes disappeared and, after a solemn rhythm of cymbals, the storyteller finished the grim narrative in silence:

"Stoat fell, plummeting so hard it scared off a group of thistles trotting in the distance.

The scout fairies rushed him to the healing-talent clinic as quickly as they could, but it was too late.

The young sparrow man did not survive."

There was a long pause, and everyone in the theater respected an unspoken moment of silence for his loss.

"The tragedy deeply affected Pixie Hollow. It seemed as if the entirety of Neverland was in mourning.  Even the pixie dust tree seemed to wilt for weeks afterwards.

Some say it's a shame Stoat wasted a promising future in scout leadership. He foolishly defied orders and failed to consider working together on a solution that would not involve needless casualty. He was an intelligent sparrow man who should not have had to give his life.

Others think he is a hero who took his chance at the perfect time. They believe that, although devastating, his sacrifice may have been the only way to save Pixie Hollow. They say his story serves as an example of outsmarting your opponent and fully committing to allegiance.

Either way, his legacy is unforgettable, and the few who knew him during his short life remember him with great respect.

May he rest in peace."
〰️

The storyteller and musicians bowed with grace and wished everyone a good night.
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Chapter 4: Chapter 4 🦔

All the fairies in the theater clapped, but with somber expressions.

I couldn't believe it. I knew scouts risked their lives to protect us if necessary, but this was the first time I'd heard a detailed account of a fatality. I went from feeling inspired to horrified.

A similar despair was written all over Fiorella's face, I didn't even need to fully face her to see it. "Is that the end? They're just gonna leave us like that!?" She looked offended.

I thought for a second and said, "Come on, the night is still young." I tried to cheer her up even though I shared her sentiment. "Wanna have blueberry-lavender tea and stories of happily ever after at the nursery?"

She nodded, and we floated back towards home. Well, my home, but she may as well have been an honorary animal-talent as much as they loved her.

"My babies!" She squealed upon entering the welcoming, pleasant knothole nest. The young chipmunks looked relieved to see us. It was adorable, but pulled at my already stretched heartstrings.

"Don't worry, tonight's theater wasn't very satisfying, guys. You didn't miss much!" I said aloud to the group as I took off my favorite boots in exchange for my comfy slippers.

The kits listened intently perked up at my reassurance. How crazy is it that Fiorella and I speak the same language but they can only understand me?

Although technically possible for her to obtain animal-talent abilities using colored pixie dust, it would be temporary-- and prohibited. Still, I wondered how many fairies would  if they had the opportunity. I truly am lucky.

From time to time, I imagine who I would've been if I wasn't an animal-talent, though. Someone more brave, adventurous, and uninhibited I hope. If I got to choose, I'd pick something a little more exciting. Fast-flying, maybe--the cyclones they create are simply epic!

Imagine me, bending wind. I smiled at the ridiculous thought. No, that probably wouldn't be possible— even with alchemy. I snapped out of it by reminding myself that even with colored dust you'd be able to tell who is meant for the job and who isn't. You can't change destiny. At least, not in Pixie Hollow.

As I daydreamed, I got out two teacups and gestured Fiorella towards the wall of baby books for her to pick one. She looked at me with a strange expression.

"What?" I called out softly from across the room, confused as I poured us each a cup. "Would you prefer we just have music tonight instead? The tinkers did give us a new harp and violin, but I'm not very good at either."

"It's not that," she replied. "You look like your mind is spinning. Are you okay? I know the story tonight was kinda brutal." She frowned.

I flew over to her and set the tea down to cool, taking a moment to answer honestly. "Yeah it really was, but I feel fine... Actually, I was just wondering if it's possible to learn another talent."

She looked from side to side, cocked her head, and pursed her lips. "Really? Tinkerbell already tried that. Just ask Vidia and she'll give the story to you straight!" she looked like she could bust out laughing.

I smiled widely, remembering how jealous Tink used to be, and I don't blame her. The nature-talents seem to have superpowers compared to some other guilds, especially when you're new and don't realize what you're capable of. I sat down and shrugged in agreement.

"You're right, Ella, but what if she never gave up? I mean, yes she found her true passion--as we all hoped--but theoretically she could've gotten decent at something else if she was able to calm her mind. I mean, anyone can plant seeds or feed a mouse, you know?"

Fiorella listened to my rant without judgement before responding. "Yeah, but be for real. Who would wanna do that? Sounds like a lot of extra work."

We stared at each other a moment before I conceded, "I guess that's true." I paused to take a sip before returning my cup to its saucer. "Plus, even if she managed to learn another talent on a basic level, she'd never outdo those born for it."

"Exactly. All that effort...just to be mediocre at best." She raised her thick eyebrows confidently while taking a sip of her tea. They framed her pretty dark green eyes, which reminded me of mint leaves atop a slice of tiramisu.

"Why are you thinking about this anyways, Chestnut?" She only said my name like that when she was concerned, so I'd better ease her worries with the truth.

"Well, I was just thinking how cool it would be if you, we, could all talk to animals....and how exhilarating it would be to try other talents. Wouldn't it be fun to soar through above-cloud zones only fast flyers can reach, or zoom around with natural athleticism like the scout in today's story?"

Fiorella nodded, unable to deny how enjoyable it sounds, but she knew it was impossible. She giggled and said animatedly, "You're gonna steal purple dust from Zarina! And... whatever color makes scout-talent. Good luck!" before she continued drinking and giggling at the same time.

I feigned amusement to match her sarcasm. "Yep, and you're my partner-in-crime! No, the theater just made it sound so cool. Imagine shooting arrows, flinging swords, and saving people in style." I gave her a smug smile.

"Oh, you really want to switch places with a Scout, huh?" she was still joking, but started to question my judgement a little. After all, the tale did not have a happy ending.

"Not literally," I laughed. "And I'm not as negative as Tink was. I don't have something to prove, I just dream about how badass it would be when the storyteller works her magic so well."

She saw how genuinely excited I was and smiled warmly. "I know what you mean. As scary as that one was, it also thrilled me in a way." She took the last sip. "It's supposed to though. They don't pick boring talents like us to talk about because that wouldn't be entertaining!"

"Hey, you take that back! You culinary people have theater-level drama!" I retorted. 

She raised her eyebrows and empty cup. "True that."

I raised mine to cheers her back. "And animal-talent life can be crazy sometimes, too." Fiorella looked around, contemplatively. She couldn't really agree.

I laughed again. "I mean, for me it rarely has, but it could be. If you think about it, scouting is not that different from taking care of animals. We're both guarding. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't put myself in harm's way to save Amelia."

I looked over at the smallest chipmunk, who always had puppy-dog eyes. She chirped back with gratitude.

"Mhmm," she said, wanting to walk the line between supporting your friend without giving into their delusions. "And I do get it. To be honest, I'm jealous of winter fairies who can ice skate and sled without needing to weigh themselves down with 10 layers of cotton puff fur, but fantasizing about other talents is only going to make you sad in the end."

"Yeah, but didn't sledding and skating also make you less sad that you aren't a winter fairy because you got a taste? I mean, why can't we try any of the other talents activities, just as hobbies?" I wanted her to consider the possibility at least.

"Alright, fair point. But seriously, when it comes to fast flying and scouting, how the hell would anyone even do that? What, are you gonna try and sneak into scout HQ and use their weapons?" she chuckled loudly.

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Chapter 5: Chapter 5 🪹

She thought it was hilarious, but I pondered the idea. I normally laugh at her jokes harder than anyone, but I couldn't pretend I wasn't curious. I would just need to find a time when the scouts were all busy somewhere else--which happens pretty much never.

She looked alarmed. "Wait, no. You aren't seriously considering it, are you?" As I looked at her, I felt a little guilty. But being honest, to her and myself, helped. Even I didn't realize how interested I truly was. I'd never allowed myself to humor the thought.

"Nah, I don't think scoping out HQ would actually be possible, and you know I'm too scared to even gather berries at night, so don't worry! I'm just having fun picturing how dangerously dreamy it is... Especially Nyx. I mean, she's fine as-"

"Chestnut! Nuh- uh" She motioned towards the chipmunk pups, who'd fallen asleep before we could even start the bedtime story.

"Fluff. Fine as fluff. What did you think I was gonna say? Plus they're out cold."

She smirked skeptically and said, drawn out, "Sure."

I must have looked embarrassed because she added, "Listen, yes the scouts are brave, stylish, and dreamy or whatever you just said. Many fairies look up to them. But I think they're also showoffs, so don't put them on a pedestal." she said with her signature subtle sassiness.

We both chuckled. "Ugh. I can't help it, but okay I'll try" I whined.

"Chestnut, even if I did think it was a good idea, you wouldn't be able to learn without their help. And convincing a scout to let you 'try out' their job as a hobby would literally be harder than stealing colored dust, so you may as well forget it."

It was honestly funny, and she was right. "That's true, they take their jobs too seriously to share it. As they should, I guess." I took a deep breath. "I've talked your ear off, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, you needed to yap. Annnnd you're way more obsessed with Nyx than I thought!" she pointed. "I knew you liked her, but damn you got it bad! And you haven't even talked to her, have you?"

I covered my smile and stifled embarrassed laughter. "Guilty."

She shot me a look of sincere understanding. "Even I get sick of baking once in a while, but you gotta remember the facts and stay grounded, girlie. Archery and fighting hawks isn't like me stopping by the nursery to half-ass help with animal bedtime routines." We giggled. "Scout duty is real scary stuff."

I nodded. "Wise words from the funniest fairy I know. How do you stay so down to earth and extra at the same time?"

She shrugged and fluttered her gorgeous dark lashes mock-bashfully. I shook my head slowly and grinned at her cockiness.

Then, her sparkling smirk faded a little and her eyelids became heavy with fatigue. Feeling a pang of sympathy, I said "Its getting late and you had a long day. We should both get some rest."

"We should. Thanks for the tea." she replied.

"Of course. Thanks for the listening!"

She laughed and headed out. "Always!"

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The next morning, I flew towards the tearoom at 9am sharp. This was the earliest I could manage since animal-talents were required to attend the mid-season meeting with the minister of Summer. I hoped it wouldn't take the full hour, but Fawn had a safety presentation to give us, and she can go on and on once she's in the zone.

Determined to get that neverberry smoothie, I beelined straight for the beverages. Fiorella is off today, so I couldn't ask her to save me one. All I could do was cross my fingers as I flew towards the corner of the room.

I got in line and relaxed once I saw there were plenty left, but there were also plenty of fairies. I watched everyone in front of me grab a drink, one by one, and fly off to find a seat. Some preferred plain tea or water with their breakfast, but most chose the obviously better option.

The queue moved quickly and, as my luck would have it, there's one left when I approach the sparrow man at the counter. He had a friendly but unfamiliar face; he was new. 

"Hi, Graham right?" I said as I excitedly grabbed the cup of bright purple, fruity perfection.

He brightened. "Yes, nice to meet you! I forgot everyone who attended the arrival ceremony already knows my name, but I don't know many of yours yet." His tan skin matched his name: golden like the honey-baked cracker you'd use to create s'mores, and his soft curls framed his curious, handsome face. He looked at me expectantly with his gentle almond-shaped eyes and I introduced myself.

"I'm Chestnut, an animal-talent. Nice to meet you." He smiled cheerfully and did a little bow. Very respectful, I thought to myself. I was keeping an eye out for any red flags knowing Fiorella and the others like him.

I finished the quick greeting, not wanting to hold up those behind me, but before I got a chance to wave goodbye, something swooshed by and suddenly my smoothie was gone.

I turned around and of course it's none other than Vidia. Graham looked scared. I wondered if other fairies warned him about her or if she was just that unnerving. Probably both.

"Hey! that's mine." I said, defensively but not overly combative.

"Ehh... it was, but you took too long. Some of us have places to be!" she sneered, looking beautifully evil as ever. She was tall and imposing.

Graham opened his mouth--hopefully to try and stick up for me-- but another voice cut in before he could get a word out.

It was Nyx. She snapped her quill down on the counter like a ruler on a classroom desk, halting Vidia in her tracks. "Cutting in line is not permitted." She glared and leaned in. "Neither is stealing." I could tell she was sick of Vidia's immature antics.

Everyone looked over. Vidia raised an eyebrow and confidently said "And being insufferably disapproving is?" as she looked Nyx up and down condescendingly.

A few fairies suppressed their laughter at Vidia's witty comeback. She was infamous, you could say, ...and Nyx wasn't exactly popular, seeing as she was a figure of authority fairies actively avoid being caught by.

Vidia loved that it seemed like people were on her side. She waited for a response, excited to woo the crowd with more clever insults, but Nyx was unmoved. She stood her ground, remaining quiet and still, refusing to entertain a bully. Nyx waited patiently for Vidia to give up, and after a few measly seconds of uncomfortable staring, she did. 

Vidia acts like she doesn't care what everyone thinks, but clearly she very much does. If she wasn't so cruel, I'd pity her. "Hmmph!" She snorted as she bumped me and set the smoothie down. I don't understand why she was always so grumpy. I tried not to let it get to me since this is how she treats everyone, but I'm a sensitive soul and as corny as it sounds, I want everyone to be friends.

I watched Vidia zip out of the tearoom. The sound of wind whipping through her wings echoed in my ears as I focused my attention back on Nyx. She had just exasperated the snarkiest fairy in Pixie Hollow without even having to speak, and she stuck up for me. Add these to the list of reasons to blush in her presence.

She was standing right in front of me, finally face to face, but I could barely get myself to look. She looked as stunning as always and smelled tantalizingly like cedarwood and amber. "This is my moment, I hope I look okay!" I thought, panicking.

Her eyes met mine for a mere second and she gave a professional half-nod before walking away with purpose, quickly moving on to a more important task.

It was a heated moment for me, but just another day making rounds for her. I remembered what Fiorella told me about sticking to the facts and staying grounded. Its best to not get your hopes up because when things inevitably don't play out like they did in your head, it hurts.

Nyx did this because she believes in justice and it's her job to enforce the rules, not because she likes me back. Not even because we're friends. This realization, mixed with the sting of Vidia's coldness, made me suddenly depressed.

"I hate sore losers." Graham said earnestly before handing me the smoothie. It had spilled a little when Vidia slammed it down, but he wiped off the sides with a clean towel. I took it gratefully, but my excitement and appetite had dwindled considerably.

I managed a weak smile. "Me too. Thank you." I was wondering if I was one of them, though.

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Chapter 6: Chapter 6 🐌

I plopped down on a bench just outside the tearoom and took a big sip of the creamy, delicious smoothie. I did my best to enjoy it, but was feeling very pessimistic.

Even though I know Vidia's rudeness is a reflection of her and not me, it doesn't make it any less painful. Being a kind person sucks sometimes, and being hopeful is even worse. I've hardly done anything for her to fault me for, and Nyx was just doing her job- she doesn't have time to notice me, but try telling my brain that. It always feels personal.

It was one of those moments where you have no choice but to reflect on your life and whether or not you're happy with where it's going. I could hear the relaxed buzz of a room full of fairies chatting behind me, the wisteria next to me smelled faintly of honey and lilac, and there were delicate spiderwebs with dew on the bushes in front of me.

I tried to appreciate it, but found that I couldn't get myself to care right now. It would be a slow day now that the meeting was over. Thank god, because I don't have the energy to be my normal creative, lively self.

My natural tendency to be nurturing makes me great at my job, but it can be exhausting. I wish I had thicker skin, but realistically this is who I was made to be. I'm sure I'd be a nurturing water-talent if I was one, for example. They work with fish, and light talents with fireflies. I'd gravitate towards this fate in every lifetime.

I sat there, deep in thought and frustrated. Amongst the morning rush, most fairies either socialize or grab a quick bite and go; I probably looked a little crazy mumbling alone. I realized this and laughed at myself.

My mood was already lifting a little, so I downed the rest of my smoothie and headed back to my place for some well-needed relaxation.

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A week went by like a gentle summer breeze: warm, easy, and makes you want to do nothing but sit in a rocking chair and take it in.

Doing this, day after day, without much to worry about-- aside from stopping chipmunks from playing too rough-- you'd think I'd be content, but I struggled to appreciate the present moment. I continued to fixate on dreams of being a scout flying at high speeds and the glory it must bring. I often imagined the rush it must give to be so powerful.

With it being the slow season for me, I had time to go to the fairy library and pick up several books about adventures. I flew through them quickly, like the chipmunks did with their food. (Why do they always act starving? Some questions even animal-talents can't answer.) My favorites were, predictably, about scouts.

On Friday, I met up with Fiorella at the theater again and told her about my smoothie related run-in with our favorite, and least favorite, fairies. I enjoyed the priceless girl talk for as long as I could. She had still been very busy which added to my melancholy. However, it allowed me to hide the fact I still wasn't giving my irrational aspiration up.

I knew she wouldn't judge me, but she'd be disappointed I didn't take her advice. She had been very clear it isn't beneficial to ruminate on these thoughts, yet all summer, I did. Luckily she didn't ask.

This time, they showed a comedy that was a little corny, but I enjoyed Fiorella's company and the fact that she showed up smelling of cinnamon rolls and vanilla. I knew this autumn's feast was going to outdo last year's, and I could hardly wait. I thought, once it comes, I'm sure things will pick up around here and I'll feel reenergized.

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However, a few weeks went by just the same. My assigned litter had grown into healthy adolescents, taller than me as always. It was a miracle I loved to witness every time. They'll get even bigger before winter, perfectly chunky for hibernation. I knew I was going to miss them so much, but I was ready for change.

I'd hoped my obsession was one of those short-lived things that goes away after a few weeks, like a scratch from a chipmunk claw, but I still found myself hooked.

This kept my mind occupied while my only close friend was unavailable, and finishing 20 books made me proud of myself, but it continuously reminded me how monotonous my life is.

I was functioning well, but in a state of slight depression, so I decided to finally do something about it. To get out of this rut, maybe all I need is a self-improvement project toget my mind off it, I concluded.

I decided I should consult the experts in this situation: tinker-talents. Tinkers often struggle with the feeling of needing something to fix, so I'm sure they can help.

"Bless their neurotic, genius brains." I giggled to myself and put on my boots.

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Chapter 7: Chapter 7 🍄‍🟫

I was almost to tinker's nook when I ran into Fiorella, a nice surprise. "What are you doing here?" we shouted in delight simultaneously, almost crashing into each other.

She slowed her pace and we both hovered in place. "Long story short, there was a big mess due to Graham." she said in a hurried tone, a little out of breath.

I laughed. "Oh, no. I knew he seemed too good to be true. We'd discover something about him eventually, but I didn't think it would be this soon. What happened?"

"Word travels fast in food talent and nothing gets past me, hun. But it was just a beginner's mistake, don't cancel him yet!"

I nodded and gave her an expectant look. "Okay, spill." 

"Alright, come on!" She urged me to follow to the nearest mushroom stump, where we both sat. The best secrets were told this way. For fairies, flapping wings is as easy as breathing, but it's not completely subconscious. We like to fully relax when the tea is particularly hot. Plus, we had more privacy resting off to the side.

She started excitedly then stopped herself, "He was assigned-- well, I'll let you guess." It was always fun for her to quiz me on the stuff she taught me.

I smiled and racked my brain. "Hmm... Inexperienced, medium build, easygoing personality, and not overly-ambitious. I wanna say....dough kneading or veggie prep?"

"You're getting good! Yep, he aced the dough work, but was careless with the veggies and screwed up the entire batch for tomorrow's dinner."

"Oh god, did he do what the last newbie did with the pizzas?" 

Until Graham arrived, it had been a while since someone joined them, but I remembered how that naive fairy followed all the directions for preparing the toppings, except one important step: actually cooking them.

She nodded with a tensed expression. "Yep, basically the same thing but backwards... Classic, we've all done it. He feels really bad, though, so he's going to ask the Tinkers to try and come up with something to fix it."

I raised my eyebrows and she went on. "Yeah. It's stupid. You can't un-cut or un-cook vegetables. Even the queen doesn't possess that kind of magic."

"Yikes. If he really thinks he can tinker his way out of this, I pity him." 

"For real. Messing up is inevitable, almost expected. He should've just came to me or one of the others." She rubbed her temples, this wasn't her first rodeo. "Pretend you don't know, please. I don't want him embarrassing himself--and our whole guild." she laughed but I could tell she really cared.

"Of course, I won't say anything. Even to the animals!"

She chuckled, "thanks" and offered her brilliant solution. I knew she'd have one.

"I'm about to tell him it's not the end of the world. Instead of using them in the planned recipe, we can just mix the prepared veggies with cornbread batter, add herbs, and bake in muffin pans to give them to the scouts."

That caught my attention. My heart jumped, but she must not have noticed because she continued without stopping. "We'll just put a different dish on tomorrow's menu-- which will give Graham a chance to spend more time in the main kitchen and use his creativity to pick the replacement. It'll end up working in his favor, but he's too new to realize it" She pressed her palm to her forehead but I could see a small smile behind it.

She was trying to be slick, but I knew what she was thinking. I was still stuck on what she said a minute ago, though. "The scouts? Why?" I was genuinely perplexed.

"Yeah, they're building new watchtowers or something by the border today. I overheard Iridessa talking about it when I was serving lunch yesterday. She was freaking out about how this must mean they spotted a hawk's nest near Spring--which I highly doubt is true." She rolled her eyes. "They're probably just expanding their guard posts. Either way, they could use the extra energy, and those cornmuffins are really good." she said matter-of-factly.

A lightbulb went off in my head. I could feel my glow brightening, so I wilted my wings ever so slightly. Fiorella looked me over, trying to read me.

"If you're thinking of trying to get a good look at Nyx, you probably could." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Sounds pretty boring, though. It would be a waste of your day off, but they'll be distracted so you might be able to stare without being seen" she nudged me gently.

She really has no idea. I've always been so "good", she didn't suspect a thing beyond my existing crush. I guess I should be glad. I tilted my head in her direction, "Chill. I'm not that down bad, but maybe you are!" I teased. "Are you going out of your way to help Graham because it's an opportunity to talk to him, or because you were actually assigned to help with the disaster he created?"

"What do you think?" she smirked. I eyed her anticipatory face. "Both." I answered, confidently.

"Duh." She did a little twirl. "What about you? What are you up to?" Fiorella asked as she fixed the tie of her red apron so it stayed more comfortably around her waist. She peered out towards the center of the midday tinker commotion and noticed Graham approaching the door to Bobble and Clank's workshop.

"Crap, I'd better stop him now!", she blurted. "I'm sorry, tell me later?"

"It's nothing important, go! Get your man!" I winked. She blew me a cheeky kiss as she flew off in a hurry.

"Good luck!" I wished her silently, as she was already out of earshot. 

Ironically, my close ties with cooking-talent drama-- not assistance from tinkers-- led me to my solution.

If the scouts are really constructing a new tower from scratch, then aside from the few on duty at existing posts, they'll all be there, full-stop. No way any of them got today off or are staying behind to do regular training. It might even take a couple of days. This is perfect! 

Forget finding a project to try and distract me. Who was I kidding? This obsession wasn't going anywhere. At my core, I desired something exciting and a little reckless.  

I don't know if I'd become numb or simply fed up with yearning, but suddenly I didn't care about the consequences anymore. Getting in trouble would be worth it if it meant I'd be satisfied and back to my normal, content self.

The opportunity presented itself too obviously to deny, so I couldn't help myself. I went home to make a plan to sneak into Scout HQ.

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Chapter 8: Chapter 8 🪵

Predictably, I was having second thoughts all afternoon.

As I swept up chipmunk fur lying around my house, I tried to talk myself out of it. I was afraid to get in trouble or tarnishing my reputation.

I consider myself responsible, but even I walk the line sometimes. I'll sneak the animals an unhealthy treat, let them sleep in, and disclose to my non-animal-talent friend any animal-talent hearsay she wants-- although we rarely have anything noteworthy to tell.

These are all relatively innocent, though. To trespass on where the scouts live, train, and store weapons & confidential documents would be more than a little boundary pushing. Breaking into their headquarters is illegal.

Although there's no formal justice system in Pixie Hollow, the scouts are basically law enforcement themselves. I'm sure if one of them caught me, they wouldn't react like Fiorella does when I steal an extra mini muffin. They'd freak out, tell the minister of Autumn, and possibly snitch to the Queen herself.

Yeah, this could be very, very bad. What if I get dsimissed from my guild like Zarina did for tampering with pixie dust? Getting excluded from your talent's work is so dishonorable, she thought it better to leave for good and join a gang of pirate thieves than live in Pixie Hollow with the shame. 

I have no idea what I'd do if that happened to me. I guess I'd run away to the mainland, but that could end deadly!

Alas, even when the desire to go was replaced with a healthy fear of consequences, it later came back stronger. I was only going to become more curious of what lies in that stone tower the more forbidden it became, so despite my anxiety telling me to stop, it was decided.

Just before dusk, I embarked on my trip towards an eerie corner of the Autumn Forest.

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It was a peaceful, mildly cool evening, but my nerves gave me a strong chill. I brought nothing with me and dressed like I always did, as I didn't intend to take anything home or use any of their athletic stuff. I just wanted to look around, see how they live, and experience their lifestyle up close.

I startled at every sound as I flew on, even though they were only the friendly chirps of hedgehogs and crickets. I stayed as close to the ground as I could while still being able to navigate, which was more challenging than I thought. I'd normally fly above the canopy to get a wide view of the woods, but for this journey I needed to avoid being seen.

It's not entirely unusual for animal-talent fairies to be out this late if we're working with nocturnal creatures, but it would raise alarm if someone saw me zooming by—alone.

An unexpected bout of sadness crept in as I realized how much more enjoyable this experience would be if I could share it with someone. Sneaking around by myself made me lonely and guilty despite following my heart. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone else would understand. Even if they did, who else would be willing to go this far to follow it? Nobody sane.

Mercifully, my spirits lifted as I made my way gradually through the trees. The lovely combination of oaks and maples faded into evergreen pines the more north I went. I meandered leisurely through the first 3 meadows: Cottonpuff Field, Pumpkin Patch, and Maple Tree Hill, enjoying various sights and smells that I too often pass without appreciating.

The caramelized, nutty aromas of tree sap and ripening squashes were balanced perfectly by the clean earthiness of wood. I took a deep, refreshing breath and looked around. Spirally arranged leaves with lobed edges and lush shrubs in all different shades of my favorite color seemed to wave as I passed by. Everything about autumn was undeniably charming.

Just as I was getting more comfortable, I stopped in my tracks, looked up, and got goosebumps.

I had come to the center of the Autumn Forest, where a pair of tall security watchtowers loomed over the treetops. At first, it looked like they didn't have any guards, but I squinted until I spotted two small sparrow men, each resting their arms on the ledge of their posts. Their uniforms, unlike that of Nyx and her lead squadron's, were monochromatic and camouflaged them well.

I knew these scouts in particular had been appointed due to pristine eyesight and hearing, so it was extremely unlikely I'd be able to get by unnoticed. I needed to either devise a strategy to distract them long enough to sneak by, or come up with an excuse and deliver it believably.

Considering I was already on the verge of breaking a sweat due to my anxiety, I betted on the first plan.

I looked around for ideas. I could tell the guard closest to me was content but extremely bored. He fiddled with the shell-shaped warning horn in his right hand. These were only blown in case of emergency, but he had it ready to go like he was eager for something, anything to happen.

I wondered if he'd ever gotten to use it, and how badly he might want to. That's precisely how I feel about scouting. So close, beautiful, and interesting, yet so outside my allowed abilities.

After several long minutes of searching around and brainstorming I still couldn't come up with a way out of this. As I stood there in the silence and anticipation, I started to panic and lose hope. I even thought about turning back.

I was terrified and stressing out more with each passing minute. Why did I think I could handle pulling it off? Going all the way to scout HQ and entering unauthorized premises is way far out of my comfort zone.

Even so, I knew that if I'm stupid enough to do this, it's probably the only time I can. With the scouts busy working on an all-hands-on-deck project, I had a rare opportunity.

I figured I shouldn't give up. I'm here because I made up my mind already, and needed to learn to trust myself. I'd rather be on my deathbed knowing I tried everything I wanted to, even if I made a mess of my life, than die remembering I always played it safe and missed out.

I shook off the excess pixie dust on my wings in an attempt to dim my glow, and carefully approached to base of the tower to get a better look.

I crept steadily forward, staying within shadows and peeking up every few seconds to make sure I wasn't seen. Each time I checked, I thanked the stars neither of the guards budged.

Just ahead, a group of moths emerged to pollinate a few flowers. I'd never been more grateful to be an animal talent fairy.  Of course! The moon had just started to come out and they navigate using moonlight and stars.

I took a few careful steps until there was a short distance between me and the pale yellow evening primroses they were pollinating. Instinctively, they stopped what they were doing to investigate. Once they saw it was only me, they resumed their work, flitting unbothered to each of the moonflowers which had bloomed between ivy vines.

I waved at a moth facing me, gesturing for help using body language they can interpret. She flapped her delicate brown striped wings nervously before coming over. I let her sniff my hand for a second before asking silently if she could please cover me while I walk past the guards.

She hesitated and stared at me mistrustfully, so I mouthed "Please. I won't cause any harm. Trust me." I pressed my palms together like I was praying and begged. This was my only option and I was desperate, but I meant every word. She looked like she wanted to help me, but needed a reason to justify it.

"What is your name?" she finally asked through a rubbing of her antenna. Translating this signal into language isn't something I can explain. I just knew what it meant; it was magic.

I scanned the bushes nearby until I fortunately found what I was looking for. I pointed to a fallen chestnut fruit nearby. The spiky, bright green shell was cracked open just enough to see the shiny skin of the nut inside, and she smiled.

Apparently this was enough to appease her apprehension, because she rose and spread her wings, concealing me beneath her spectacular wingspan.

Fairies are often named after an inspiration relating to their talent or something to do with their inherent aura, and I suppose an animal-talent named after the seed of a deciduous tree sounded harmless enough. I wasn't sure I liked the idea that something so simple gave the impression I may be lenient or powerless, but I wasn't going to jinx it.

The helpful moth fluttered nonchalantly through the meadow as I walked. I covered my glow with a dark leaf for extra protection and stayed in her shadow like she was an umbrella during a hailstorm.

My heart was racing ten times faster than we were moving, and I thought it would never end. I had to focus on keeping her exact pace, because any step too far ahead or behind could get me noticed. This meant I could not periodically check on our progress or to make sure I wasn't caught, and it was torture.

After what was probably only 10 minutes, I felt like I had been hiking an hour, but we had made it! I was deep enough into the thickest part of the woods to be safely out of the guard's sight, and I sighed in relief.

"Yes!" I screamed silently. Then, I thanked the kind moth several times-- to which she could not resist laughing-- and I flew gently on towards my destination.

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Chapter 9: Chapter 9 🍂

After I'd safely passed both towers, I turned around to view the full landscape, and damn was it gorgeous.

Maybe I was just romanticizing it because I was in a state of euphoric relief that my plan worked, but the sun was setting more beautifully than I thought I'd ever seen. The clouds were blushing pink as peonies and the grey mountain range was tinged a hue of pastel purple. The watercolor shades of the sunset contrasted the rich green of the forest foreground and I was stunned.

I stepped back and admired the impressive silhouette of pinecones that were cleverly constructed into the scout's high perches, and it all served as a reminder of how incredible fairies and Pixie hollow are.

As I approached the last autumn meadow, Acorn Summit, it was getting dark. I began to smell wintery spruce, fir, and cedar needles in the distance as an invigorating breeze wafted over me. Amber and clay colored leaves crunched satisfyingly beneath falling acorns in a steady rhythm, and their ash brown caps broke off and rolled down the sloping mountainside.

I quickly dodged them, which required a steady amount of concentration and energy. "I guess that's why this area is for athletic fairies only", I chuckled to myself, picturing Nyx flying through the forest with uninterrupted ease and avoiding dozens of obstacles without even having to look.

Towards the end of the pine tree grove, I reached the northernmost part of the forest. I could hear a snowy owl in the distance and knew I was getting close. My excitement and fear climbed as I did the mountain.

There was a noticeable drop in temperature, but it was still not nearly as cold as winter. I could feel my ears and nose turning red from the frigidity, but it felt so soothing to breathe the crisp air I didn't mind. This section of autumn is often regarded as intolerable by warm-season fairies, but I felt indescribably full of life-- and of oxygen. I got a little lightheaded, but quickly recovered.

I anchored myself, but was immediately hit with a violent gust of wind. My two braids became messy, and shortly afterwards completely unraveled until my dark hair was flying everywhere. The trees rattled in the strong winds that subsided and returned repeatedly like ocean waves crashing into shore. I did my best to not let it overwhelm me, but I was taken aback by how  much I'd underestimated the difficulty of the journey.

I struggled to smooth my hair down for a moments, but eventually gave up. There's no sense in fighting mother nature, you'll always lose. What eased my frustration was reminding myself that at least I was headed in the direction of the breeze so my hair was blowing out of my eyes and mouth.

Tackling the next challenge consisted of wandering around for any sign of Scout HQ. I quickly realized I knew only approximately where it was located, not how to actually get there. Since fairies usually fly, there aren't any clear pathways you can tell someone's traveled through. The only footprints were that of animals, and they had no interest in dropping by the scouts for a visit.

I was determined, so after pacing around with no luck I took advantage of my abilities for a second time. I cupped my mouth and made a bird call towards the sky, not sure if it would work.

Luckily, a northern cardinal soon perched on a branch nearby. His large, scarlet feathers were so vivid he almost glowed against the greenish-brown haze of the forest.

"Hello. Chestnut." he chirped.

I stared at him a minute before it hit me. I hadn't seen him like this before since he was part of last year's flock and already crossed into winter. As adults, the animals of Pixie Hollow are free to roam Neverland, but he must have returned to our autumn woods--and with an impressively mature plumage.

"Russo? Oh my god, you're so grown up and handsome!"

"Well, thank you," He whistled cheerfully in appreciation. "Are you ok? What on earth are you doing out here all alone?"

I smiled sheepishly. "Uhh-it's a long story. I really shouldn't be, but my excuse is I'm on a little adventure. Can you please help me with something?"

He stood up straighter. "I'll do my best."

"Great! I need to find Scout Headquarters. Do you know the way? It's around here somewhere, but I'm lost."

"Oh boy. I don't even wanna know." He let out a deep laugh. "But yes, go back a little, around the rocks, then continue up westward."

"Perfect, thank you so much! How have you been?"

"I'm doing just fine. Ruby and the little ones keep my feathers full. Be safe." He flew off, relieving me from needing to delay my mission with small talk any longer.

With his help, I found it. Just short of the area leading to the autumn-winter border, and a little to the right: there it was.

From afar, it was spooky. The darkening skies were moody and cold mist fogged up the barely-visible scene of scout headquarters in the near distance.

Like lining up for a haunted house, I felt extremely anxious, but in a good way. Before I headed for the entryway, I endured one final tug-of-war with my inner voice begging me "Beware! turn back now!"

Then, I was legitimately ready. Yes I was nauseous with nerves, but I'd come this far. I may as well reap the reward.

I silenced my doubt for the last time and warily stepped along the path, creeping towards the entrance.

As it faded into view, I realized the headquarters resembled a fortress hidden within a group of volcanoes. The main training building was the tallest in a group of sturdy mountains composed of thick grey rock and topped with caps of fuzzy green moss.

The few barred windows carved into the sides were like that of a jail, and the increasingly brisk air made it all the more unwelcoming. How do they stand it? Don't they feel like prisoners?

Even though the animal-talents and the scout-talents both reside in Autumn, it seemed like two entirely different worlds.

I thought Scout HQ was intensely sophisticated and wondersome from what I'd read--and I suppose it did match that from far away-- but now that I saw how boring and simple the hard, cone-shaped buildings were, I began to almost feel bad for them.

It didn't really look like a place someone could thrive, more so just make do. I'm sure they're used to it, and maybe it's better inside, but from what I saw it was hardly a home, just humble lodgings.

Was this why Nyx was always so unfriendly? I chuckled and inched forwards until I reached the door. I couldn't wait a second longer.
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Chapter 10: Chapter 10 🛕

At last, I was here.

The aura around this place remained mystifying, however unexpectedly inhospitable it may be. The cluster of conjoined buildings poked out of the lush autumn trees, its bland slate color sharply contrasting the leaves' classic shades of carrots and yams.

The smell of tree bark wafted into my nose with each nervous breath as I pushed open the thick, arch-shaped door at the base of the largest building. It was heavier than it looked, since that too was composed of solid rock. It scraped against the ground with a deep, grating sound as I pushed it open barely enough to slip by. I felt like I was exploring a magical cave in one of the fairytale mysteries I'd read.

Relieved to find it empty, I cautiously made my way inside and was captivated. The first thing I noticed was that the woodsy scent of the outdoors had been replaced with a medicinal, herby aroma mixed with a hint of something sweet. It wasn't unpleasant, but not a combination I would've predicted.

I'd entered the main room: a circular den with light tan walls and scarcely any furniture aside from a round table with walnut wood chairs and a few groovy couches in the corner. The large table had nothing on it, but looked very official and like it was used frequently. I can't imagine those couches get the same amount of use.

The plentiful open floor space and large chalk/bulletin boards made it feel simultaneously like a gym and a classroom. The ceiling was higher than that of the tearoom's, and it was so dark in that hollowed mountain's peak, I couldn't really see where it ended.

I could tell the fairies who lived here respected the space, or at least were afraid to mess it up, because it was spotless. The place was meticulously organized with all sorts of plaques, books, banners, equipment, and touches of what can only be described as scout-themed decor. The prideful spirit of the design was undeniable, and I couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

The aesthetic was literally opposite from the nursery I spent most of my time in. That's not to say the chipmunks intentionally disrespected my space, but they definitely couldn't fathom the necessity of dusting and mopping until surfaces shone like they did here.

To be honest, I don't know if I'd seen anywhere in pixie hollow as tidy as this. Scout HQ's interior contained none of the comfortingly familiar clutter most guilds are used to in their well-loved workspaces. It felt pristinely new, yet also traditional and authoritative—like being in the principals office where all the fancy desks are, but also all the difficult conversations.

Like walking through an art exhibit at a museum, I made my way around at a snail's pace, not letting any detail go unnoticed. I first paused to view each of the framed portraits on the wall depicting lead squad members and their specialized roles. They all looked like distinguished Olympians:

"Chase- Archery:" Aside from Nyx, she's the only scout I've heard out and about, probably because she's the witty, outspoken one. She has a signature sleek, long blonde ponytail and perfect aim with arrows.

"Fury- Agility:" The most persistent and acrobatic member of the group, she has brown skin and dark, curly hair. I've heard that even if weakened by her nightshade powder grenades, she'll urge the others to press on without her.

"Di- Strength:" They have short, wavy ginger hair and communicate mainly with body language. The strongest physically of the bunch, they're said to have the ability to hurl boulders 10x their weight—and with an excellent sense of humor.

"Shade- Stealth:" She is fair-skinned and usually keeps her choppy, black hair in a short ponytail. The most intelligent of the group, she's often jotting notes or sketching plans, but is also known for being very fast, kind, and well-spoken.

Last but not least, of course I stopped to admire beautiful miss alpha herself: the scout's focused, clever leader with sharp reflexes and sharper senses.  I traced my fingers over the gold embossed name plate with admiration: "Nyx - Leadership". How majestic.

My eyes lingered on her poetically long hair and dominant expression, which together emitted androgynous perfection. Electrifyingly swoon-worthy, if I say so myself.

After peeling myself away, I passed a large wall of mirrors, presumably for practicing formations or uniform checks, and saw that my hair was still frizzy from the wind. I looked like such a mess-- in this place especially.

I noticed something sparkle in the back corner and flew over to look. It was an impressive glass display cabinet, containing several Pixie Hollow Games trophies and various other awards arranged neatly on mahogany shelves. At the very bottom was a small, undecorated box. Too bad it was locked, otherwise I'd be tempted to snoop.

Next, I came upon a tall black bookshelf. My eyes widened in amazement at the thought of uncovering classified Scout knowledge. I nosily scanned the spines, most of which were exactly what you'd expect: survival skills, fairy history, marksmanship, navigation, physical fitness, etc. But they apparently also studied things like animal health, mainland geography, and human customs--wow.

I grabbed the fattest book and flipped through with the sick fascination of seeing something you know you aren't supposed to. It was essentially an encyclopedia of all fairy talents, some of which were ancient and sadly don't exist anymore, like dream talents. I suddenly regretted my choice to not bring a pen and leaflet with me.

I skipped to the animal-talent section, eager to know how we were represented. I was surprised to see our full names listed like a yearbook without photographs. In the "current" section were my guildmates and I in alphabetical order. Chestnut Cloverleaf, the third one down, had been manually written in like the others. I smiled and couldn't help but wonder which of them had added it. Probably not Nyx, but a girl can hope.

I returned the book to its place and moved on to the bulletin board. Posted using tacks made from burrs were magnificent scrolls mapping out all of Neverland, including the sea and stars. Next to the maps were parchments outlining scout hand signals, and a scribbly blueprint for the towers I passed earlier-- with several revisions indicating this was neither the first nor last version.

The attention to detail on everything was incredible and I could practically feel their work ethic oozing off the pages.

Finally, I stepped away to observe the last of the furniture: a wardrobe containing rows of identical uniforms, a few pieces of winter clothing, and some camping equipment.

I'd completed the lap around the room and, feeling accomplished but exhausted, decided to rest for a moment in the lounging corner.

While I was checking out their aloe plant, the sweet scent hit me again-- stronger. It was unmistakable this time: vanilla, and divine like a dessert Fiorella would bake for my birthday. I took a big whiff and melted into the leaf leather couch.

Just as I'd let myself relax, I heard it: the faintest sound of a door creaking. My eyes burst open and I looked around, blood immediately pumping faster.

I skimmed the room and found no clues to what had caused it, if it happened at all. I searched the perimeter two, three times and concluded I must have imagined it.

The adrenaline had peaked and I began to feel a little more at ease, but then I saw something vaguely in the mirror.

A figure was walking down the hallway. Towards me. My breath hitched.

I'd never really considered If I believed ghosts were real, but in this moment I wholeheartedly hoped they were, as anything would be better than a scout finding me.

It was very misty out and the windows let in only a modest amount of light, so I sat completely still, hoping desperately it was dark enough that who--or what--ever it was might not notice me.

I held my breath and fixed my gaze on the blurry reflection, not even risking a blink.

The approaching creature stopped, shifted, and began moving towards the direction came from, passing back through the doorway.

It had disappeared.

Instantly relieved, I felt curious about what it was, but not enough to stick around. I fled towards the exit like my life depended on it.

My heart hammered against my chest as I pulled on the weighty door-- meticulously lightly so I wouldn't make a sound.

No more than two seconds later, the shadow was somehow suddenly in the room, and coming straight this way!

My anxiety spiked, and before I could get the door open, it saw me and came towering over—directly behind me.

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Chapter 11: Chapter 11 🛖

"What the hell are you doing?"

I turned around in an instant, a deer in headlights.

There stood a fairy, as confused as they were angry. And there I stood: frozen in place, mind scrambled, and petrified.

My brain couldn't register who it was. In that moment of sheer dread, all I knew was I'm busted.

To my silence, the scout emphasized "This entire area is off-limits!....To animal fairies especially!" with an undertone of annoyance.

Ouch. I looked down, full of shame, regret, and questions.

As if reading my mind, she answered one of them. "Pixie hollow is big, but not that big. I've seen you around, with the animals. Plus you can just tell..."

I recognized that voice. I didn't dare look up, because now that I'd processed who it was and she'd noticed me, it would only add to my mortification.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I finally said, puzzled. It took everything I had. I hate confrontation, but we were already in the midst of one, so fuck it.

I was a little proud of myself, but a lot irritated when I didn't hear an explanation. To think this asshole is who I'd been crushing on!

Frustrated by her silence, I summoned the courage to look up. Nyx was a sight to behold. Effortlessly gorgeous, unfortunately... practically flawless, if I'm being honest. How tragic.

"I said, what the hell are you doing?" she grumbled louder with the frustration of having to repeat herself.

Oh, I guess she did ask first, and I'd ignored her. Oops. Fiorella was right, I am down bad.

I made eye contact, though terrifying, because I knew it would show my honesty. "I'm just looking around, exploring... out of genuine curiosity, I swear!" my voice cracked.

One of her eyebrows raised, not in disbelief but in confusion. She was still angry. And suspicious. "I'm going to ask you one question, uh-"

"Chestnut." I blurted on command.

"Yes, Chestnut." She paused. "Why?"

I felt like I had pixie dust in my stomach hearing her say my name. I could hardly think straight, literally.

"Why...did I come here?"

Her brow furrowed in obvious agreement, as if I was a huge inconvenience. She was not the type of fairy who'd take kindly to asking for clarification.

"Sorry! I'm sorry..." I said quickly, acting on instinct. I was only making it worse.

"Clearly! Try again." She demanded.

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Well, I came today because I heard you guys were gonna be building a tower, and....I guess I just wanted to know what it was like up here". I added a nervous "haha".

She recoiled slightly, and appeared offended. "Do you really think we would leave this place completely unguarded?"

I winced and looked away. She was right, why did I think that they'd leave HQ vulnerable like that? I'd been an idiot.

"You must really think we're stupid, or we suck at our job," she scoffed.

I looked back up to meet her gaze. "No! You're great! I didn't mean it like that, I swear." Oh my god she hates me. Help.

Defensively, she added "Your plan would've never worked. There's always someone posted here. One guard at all times is the bare minimum. And clearly not enough to prevent weasels like you from finding a way in!"

I always thought that was a silly insult, weasels are so cute and intelligent. She looked like she wanted to kill me, so I'll wait to laugh about it later.

"That makes sense. I- wasn't thinking. I just assumed you'd all-- it doesn't matter, I shouldn't have came here in the first place. I'm really sorry!"

She was pissed. "That still doesn't answer my question! Why did you come to 'look around in the first place'?" She mocked with one-handed finger quotes, since the other was gripping her spear. "Why would you want to 'know what it's like up here'?"

She looked like she was trying not to smile maniacally, which made it even more alarming.

"I don't know, I--"

"Yes you do."

"Okay, okay. I'm getting there..." I swallowed.

"I'm not coming to take anything or cause any harm. No one sent me here to spy on you or anything like that. I've just been dying to learn more about you—the scouts, I mean. For months now. You guys are... awesome."

I cringed at how much I sounded like a fangirl, I could nearly puke. I'm not just attracted to her, I'm attracted to everything about her job, which is fucking weird. This is so embarrassing.

"I see." Her eyes loosened from a narrowed glare into a deadpan stare.

She should feel flattered, but was unimpressed.  Don't meet your heroes or whatever they say. I'd rather her laugh than not care, but at least she wasn't as furious as before.

"Can you answer my question, then?" it sounded more bold than I'd intended. "Please."

She cocked her head barely, indicating she couldn't recall. Oh, so I have to repeat myself but she shouldn't? Ugh!

"Why did you say this place is extra off limits to animal-talents, and how can you just tell I am one?"

I wanted to pull this info out of her so badly, but she didn't answer. It was infuriating.

She just said, "You're the first fairy psycho enough to try and come in here. You're a criminal, you know that?"

The fear of my eminent punishment suddenly dawned on me. I imagined living all alone, struggling for scraps among rabid sewer rats on the mainland.

I tried to hold it in but couldn't. I tensed up to try and stop it, but a tear escaped and rolled down my right cheek.

Nyx finally answered, "See. That's how."

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Chapter 12: Chapter 12 🍁

I'd just proved her point.

I despised her tone of superiority, and myself for making such a huge and careless mistake. This anger was enough to stop my welling tears from turning into full on bawling, but just barely.

"I can't help it, why are you so mean?" I didn't care about talking back, there was nothing left to lose.

"I'm not being mean, everything I've stated has been true and relevant to the conversation."

She lacked emotion entirely, which I couldn't stand. Even the most annoying sparrow men and narcissistic fast flyers can't hide their feelings at the end of the day. Maybe Vidia was right, Nyx is insufferable!

"You're being really pretentious about it, though... And I'm not a psycho, that part is untrue!" I wiped a tear and crossed my arms.

"Psycho enough today to attempt breaking and entering." she spoke with sly conceitedness.

I hate her. I hate her so much. She has no fucking manners. Or empathy. She's just staring at me while I cry? She's the psycho one!

I wanted to shout, but just said "whatever" dismissively and looked away. I wished Fiorella were here, she'd be able to come up with a better comeback.

Fiorella. I could nearly burst into tears again. I didn't care about Nyx's opinion anymore, but how am I supposed to tell her what I've done? What'll she do if I get banished?

She's going to have to go to theater alone, I won't be there to hype her work at the festival, and she probably won't even be able to see the chipmunks anymore! ...Or worse, she's going to easily replace me. My thoughts spiraled.

Nyx looked at a clock on the wall and back at me stoically.

I sniffled. "Jesus. Don't worry, I'm leaving. Are we to meet with the minister of Autumn tomorr-"

"If you go now, you can get back without being spotted." She interrupted.

What? Surely she can't mean-

"Go!" She ordered.

I couldn't even speak. I turned around and flew away as fast as I could. In a matter of minutes, my world had been turned upside down, and I was so confused.

She sounded dry when she told me to go. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was letting me get away with it. But she was so cruel, and such a stickler for the rules, that didn't make any sense.

I didn't get my hopes up, she'd probably come by the animal-talent nook tomorrow to deal with this. Or, the queen was going to send for me--probably at the worst possible moment with my luck. I groaned.

I zipped through the Autumn forest, so shaken up it was actually easier to navigate than on my way here. All my senses had been drained out of me, so I didn't have the energy to be scared, and I had a higher tolerance for the cold winds which dried my tears as fast as they'd came.

I knew exactly where the watchtowers were now, so I went along the very edge of the forest to avoid them. Not long afterwards, the warm side of the woods came back into view and I soon arrived home like nothing had happened.

My undone hair was the only evidence I'd just returned from someplace dangerous. I brushed it out, staring at the mirror profoundly and questioning everything. Somehow, I looked less like myself with it detangled.

I took a long soak in the bath and tried to let the warm water erase all memories of what had happened. I wanted it to soothe me, but I still felt numb.

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Exhausted from my late night travels, I woke up as the sun was already high in the sky. Shit!

I stumbled out of bed, letting the blankets fall into a messy pile and threw on the first clean outfit I could find. I peeked through my window to see if any other fairies, or tattletale animals, were around to see. Sneaking out again, I smiled to myself and shook my head.

The coast was clear, so I soared towards the nursery, gathering my hair into a quick ponytail-- which was tricky to do while also flying straight. I caught up to Morgan who was doing skunk training, while also babysitting my litter playing amongst themselves in the grass nearby.

"I'm here! Sorry!" I gratefully took over, directing the now-very large chipmunks to an obstacle course area. "Warmed up, you guys? Get ready to race, I'll be there in just a sec!" I said encouragingly, before turning back to her.

"Hey, are you okay? I don't mean to be rude, but it's unlike you to be this late," She looked at my messy ponytail, which contrasted her neatly-tied long, platinum locks.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok. Thanks!" I caught my breath, relieved, and looked around. It was a beautiful day.

She smiled innocently. "Somethings different about you today, Chestnut."

The chipmunks peered up at me suspiciously, and even one of the skunks sniffed the air in my direction. There's no way they can still smell HQ on me-- I took a bath!

I tried not to sound mischievous. "Haha, yeah I'm not wearing my braids cuz I was in a rush. I'm gonna fix them when I get a minute."

Morgan nodded, content with my answer but still teetering on concern. She was too polite to press, but knew something was up other than a change in usual hairstyle.

God, was it that obvious? I suppose I wasn't starved of info like before, so my vigor had returned. I was definitely less depressed.

Eager to escape her discerning gaze, I turned and said "Thanks again! for watching them."

"Anytime. I know you'd do the same." she said sweetly.

"Of course," I smiled earnestly and got back to work.

The day dragged. Partially, because the chipmunks were so advanced there was hardly anything to teach, but also because all the while, I was anticipating the doom of Nyx barging in with the minister to announce what an insubordinate I was.

All week, I kept my eyes peeled and my ears glued. I wholeheartedly expected a Queen's messenger horn to sound off and make a scene in the middle of a workday, but it never did. The more time passed, the more it felt like my life had completely resumed as normal. It was truly like the whole excursion never happened.

I couldn't believe my luck. If Nyx was going to tell, she would've by now. There had to be another explanation. Why on earth would the most rule-abiding fairy in all of Pixie Hollow let me off scott-free? Sneaking in isn't the type of offense you get just a warning for. I mean, I could've stolen something important or dangerous!

I didn't... but she doesn't know that.

She had been utterly unmoved by my tears, so there's no chance in hell she wanted to give me a free pass. The only reason she hasn't reported me must be that she also doesn't want anyone to know it happened. What does she have to hide?

I went over the events of that night in my head as many times as I watched the chipmunks rapidly move through the course like seasoned professionals.

"Wait a minute..." I almost said out loud. Think about it, she was very defensive-- and almost insulted-- that I'd somewhat easily made my way in while she was the one person responsible for keeping it secure. She made a point, angrily so, of saying that the security measures they had in place were 'not enough'.

That was it. That was absolutely it. Big bad Mrs. perfect had failed to do her job perfectly and couldn't bear people knowing so much that a fairy snuck into scout headquarters and she kept it a secret...ha!

I chuckled to myself and Morgan tried not to notice. The realization was so satisfying, I didn't care. I had dirt on Nyx.

Would I hold it over her? Hmm...tempting, especially since she was so cold to me, but no. That's not my style. I couldn't lie, though, the irony was delicious and gave me the confidence boost I needed after my crush had basically humiliated me.

Finally some good karma, I thought, as I finished the day glowing with pride. I wasn't going to blackmail her, but this changed everything.

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