The Immortal Gazette: Pixie Pandemonium Strikes the Witches of Moonvale!
Pixie Pandemonium Strikes the Witches of Moonvale!
An Immortal Gazette Exclusive—Sometimes, Small Things Cause Big Trouble
The peaceful, serene moonlit nights of Moonvale, home to some of the most powerful witches in 4EverMore, were suddenly shaken by an unexpected visitor. It wasn’t a demon, or a mischievous warlock, or even a troublesome dragon. No, it was something much smaller—but far more chaotic.
The pixies of the Moonvale forest, usually known for their delicate wings, shimmering dust, and high-pitched giggles, had completely lost their minds. No one knows exactly how it started, but one minute they were harmlessly fluttering among the witches' flowers, and the next—pandemonium.
It started with Seraphina Nightshade, who was casually tending to a small garden of moonflowers. You know, just your average gardening day when—WHAM!—a pixie zipped by, spraying her with glittering chaos.
“What in the realms of magic was that?” Seraphina exclaimed, brushing glitter out of her hair as she turned, narrowing her eyes at the small creature, which was now darting circles around her.
Another pixie—who seemed to have a particular fondness for Sonia Bloodthorn—decided to make a dive bomb toward the Queen of Shadows and Flames.
Sonia, with a flick of her hand, sent a tendril of shadow out to snare the pixie mid-air, but it zipped around her shadowy grasp like it had been training for this moment for years. The pixie let out a shrill, defiant laugh, then waved a tiny middle finger before zipping away.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” Sonia muttered, sending a few choice shadow sparks in retaliation—though the pixie was long gone by the time they reached their target.
Meanwhile, Cordillera, the ghost who loved nothing more than causing unpredictable chaos, was sitting at the center of the Moonvale Coven's meeting hall, watching with amusement as the pixies created absolute havoc. Books were flying, potions spilling, and more than one witch was now chasing a pixie through the hall while cackling with laughter.
Alice—yes, the Alice—had just entered the scene, tea in hand, when one particularly reckless pixie flew directly into her face. Without missing a beat, Alice swatted at it with a sharp, quick motion, sending the pixie skittering across the room. She sipped her tea and sighed.
“Pixies? Really? Why not just throw in some trolls while you’re at it?” Alice muttered with a smirk. "I've dealt with worse—trust me."
But just as things seemed to be spiraling out of control, Loki appeared, his hands casually tucked in his pockets. He took in the sight of pixies running rampant and grinned.
“Well, this is... new. I thought pixies were supposed to be cute, not certified troublemakers,” he remarked, eyes twinkling as he observed the chaos.
Seraphina shot him a deadpan look. “Loki, do something. You’re the god of mischief, right? I’m sure you can charm them into stopping.”
Loki’s grin widened as he approached one of the pixies, who was busy yanking a bunch of moonflowers out of the ground with all the enthusiasm of a toddler on a sugar rush. He leaned down and whispered something into its ear, causing the pixie to stop in its tracks and blink up at him in confusion.
“Don’t even think about it, Loki.” Sonia warned, but it was too late. The pixie, now entranced by Loki’s words, flittered down and perched itself on his shoulder, a mischievous grin stretching across its tiny face.
“Oh, I’m sure this will be a blast,” Cordillera muttered, amused. “Loki, the pixie whisperer.”
The pixie on Loki’s shoulder let out a high-pitched giggle, which made him raise an eyebrow. “What? You didn’t think I had charming abilities, did you?” he teased, as he stroked the pixie’s wings with a finger. “There’s a little more to me than tricks and games, you know.”
Sonia, arms crossed, shook her head. “Yeah, like that little act in the corner where none of them listen to you,” she said, motioning to the increasingly chaotic scene of witches running and pixies dodging.
But, as quickly as it all began, the pixies’ frenzy started to wind down. One by one, they began to settle—many of them landing on Loki’s head or shoulders. They were mesmerized by him, like hypnotized bees to a flower.
Seraphina raised an eyebrow. “Well, that could have been worse.”
“I do have my moments,” Loki replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Though I do find it odd—pixies running amok in Moonvale. You’d think they’d have more sense.”
Alice, sipping her tea, stood next to him with a sly smile. “I wouldn’t be so sure. They might just be trying to teach you a lesson.”
“Me? A lesson?” Loki scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “That’s rich.”
“Well,” Alice drawled, “if it’s charming pixies you’re after, Loki, maybe you should have brought cookies.”
And just like that, as the pixies began to calm down and flutter back to their trees, everyone—witches, immortals, and gods alike—couldn’t help but laugh at the unpredictable chaos that was bound to follow the pixies wherever they went.
It was, as always, another typical day in Moonvale—and with pixies and witches, chaos was never far behind.
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