In a secluded corner of the forest, where the leaves rustled in the wind and the sun-dappled the forest floor hidden amongst the tangled roots of an old oak tree, there lived a playful pixie. She was a tiny, ethereal creature, with hair that shimmered like moonlight and a smile that sparkled like stars. She had no wings, for she had no need of them. Instead, she would flit from tree to tree, darting between the branches and leaves with the speed and agility of a squirrel. She would tease the rabbits, tickle the noses of the squirrels, and playfully chase after the fluttering butterflies. Despite her playful nature, the pixie was fiercely protective of the forest and all its creatures. (Spirits and Sprites Series)