A/N: Well, lets do this, first things first make the stories better, not just this one but the others too. But this one is my first so it will recieve attention first. Thanks to you all.
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It was one of those tender, honey-sweet nights in Neverland — the kind that made even the stars pause in their endless waltz across the sky. Without the moon to steal their shine, they gleamed brighter than ever, scattering silver and diamond dust over the sleeping island. The sea whispered gently to the shore, its voice soft and knowing, and the air hummed faintly with the lullaby of unseen wings.
In Pixie Hollow, the warm-weather fairies were weary after their grand journey to the mainland, where they had painted the world in spring once again. The meadows were quiet tonight; most fairies had already nestled into their homes made of petals, acorns, and dew, ready to drift into peaceful dreams beneath the twinkling canopy above.
Most fairies… but not all.
Down by the beach — where the sand shimmered like powdered starlight — a small group lingered on a fallen driftwood log, the last of their laughter mingling with the waves. Despite their drooping wings and sleepy eyes, they had gathered to celebrate a rare and wondrous thing: for the first time in the history of Neverland, a tinker-talent fairy had joined the others on their spring mission to the mainland.
That fairy was none other than Tinker Bell.
"Whew! Well, that was a mighty fine day if ah do say so mahself!" drawled Rosetta, the garden fairy, fanning herself with a petal as she leaned back, her red hair glinting like copper in the starlight. "Ahm plum tuckered out!"
Her accent was as sweet as honey and just as thick. Her petal dress glowed a soft rose hue, every fold of it carefully arranged — though, as tired as she was, even her elegance had begun to droop like a flower at dusk.
"That's true," murmured Silvermist, her soft voice barely above a sigh. The water-talent fairy's long, dark-blue hair shimmered with a liquid gleam, and her brown eyes were half-lidded with drowsiness. She stretched gracefully, her calm movements flowing like ripples on a pond.
"We should head home, Tink," said Iridessa, the light-talent fairy, rubbing her tired eyes with one hand. Her sunflower-petal dress gleamed faintly even in the dim starlight, and her warm, dark skin seemed to drink in the glow around her. "If we oversleep, those waking-talent fairies will have us up by sunrise for sure."
The others nodded, wings flickering faintly with golden motes as they began to tidy up their little seaside gathering.
"Yeah, we've gotta rest up for tomorrow! We've got critters to visit, races to fly, and oh! Maybe berry picking too!" piped Fawn, the animal-talent fairy, who could never quite sit still even when she was exhausted. She stretched her arms wide and yawned in a most unladylike fashion, earning a halfhearted frown from Rosetta.
Her dress — a bright orange weave of petals and vines — flared as she spun in place, her ponytail bouncing like a live flame.
Tinker Bell laughed softly, brushing a stray bang from her forehead. Her short green leaf-dress sparkled faintly, catching hints of silver dust from the air. "You're right. I guess we did lose track of time."
The tinker fairy gazed up at the velvet sky, her heart swelling with quiet pride. To think that she, a fairy who once thought tinkering dull and unimportant, had gone to the mainland at last!
It was my own talent all along, she mused. Not borrowed wings or another's gift, but mine.
A small giggle escaped her, and Rosetta's ears perked up immediately. "Now what's that little laugh for, sugar?" she asked teasingly, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Tink blushed. "Oh, nothing — just thinking about the time I begged you girls to teach me your talents."
There was a heartbeat of silence… then laughter erupted from the whole group.
"Ha! The way you tried to talk to that baby chipmunk when learning animal talent — I thought it'd faint from confusion!" laughed Fawn, nearly falling off the log.
"And the water-bubble incident," Silvermist added with a sleepy giggle. "You floated upside down for nearly a minute before you popped it!"
Tink groaned and hid her face in her hands, cheeks pink with embarrassment, but she couldn't help smiling. "Okay, okay, I get it!"
"Oh, don't be sore, sugar," Rosetta said, patting her shoulder fondly. "You did fine, truly. It takes heart to try so hard."
"Thanks, everyone," Tinker Bell murmured. "I mean it. I couldn't have done it without you."
The fairies shared a glowing, golden group hug — a little tangle of laughter, glittering dust, and warmth beneath the starlight.
Suddenly, Silvermist gasped. "Oh! Look! A shooting star!"
The others glanced up — and sure enough, something bright streaked across the heavens, trailing a long, shimmering tail.
"That's not a star," Iridessa said quickly, squinting. "Too slow — looks more like a comet."
Rosetta tilted her head. "Well, whatever it is, it sure is purdy."
"It's a wishing star tonight!" declared Silvermist dreamily, ignoring their logic. "Come on, everyone! Let's make a wish!"
The others exchanged amused glances. This wasn't unusual for Silvermist — she followed her heart more than her head.
"Well," Rosetta drawled, "ah suppose it can't hurt to make this night even more special."
"On three!" cried Fawn.
They joined hands, hovering in a row, their wings beating in perfect rhythm.
"One! Two! Three!"
Together, their voices rang out like a chorus of tiny bells:
"We wish to find joy and happiness all the days of our lives and live peacefully together!"
The comet gleamed brighter as if it had heard them. The fairies laughed, light-hearted and shining.
But laughter turned to silence when Rosetta's tone shifted.
"Uh… girls? Ah think we might have a teensy problem with our wishin' comet."
Silvermist turned to reply — and froze. Her voice caught in her throat, eyes widening.
The "comet" was no longer distant. It was falling.
Straight toward them.
"Duck!" shouted Fawn.
"Where!?" Silvermist yelped before being yanked to the ground by Rosetta.
The air roared as the fiery light passed overhead, bathing the beach in molten gold. The fairies huddled behind the driftwood log as sand and sparks flew. Then — CRASH! — The ground shuddered, a thunderous echo rolling through the night like an angry drum.
When at last the sound faded, the fairies slowly peeked out. Smoke rose from the forest beyond, faintly tinted blue, and the scent of ozone tingled in the air.
"Is everyone alright?" Rosetta called, brushing soot from her skirt.
"I'm okay!" "All fine!" came the replies — though Silvermist was still patting her chest, wide-eyed.
"Did… did our wish do that?" she asked. "I don't feel any happier, just… more awake."
Iridessa groaned softly. "That wasn't a comet. That was a meteor. Which means it's now a meteorite. Which means we really shouldn't go near it."
But Tinker Bell's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Or maybe we should. What if it's something magical? A piece of the stars, fallen right here in Neverland?"
Fawn was instantly on her side. "Ooh! What if it's alive? What if it's friendly? What if—"
"What if it's dangerous?" Iridessa interrupted, crossing her arms.
"Come on," said Rosetta at last with a sigh and a little smile. "No sense arguin'. Let's take a look before ah change mah mind."
And so, wings shimmering, the five fairies took flight toward the forest where the fallen light had landed.
Behind them, the sea whispered secrets, and above, the stars watched — winking softly, as if they knew that from this night onward, Neverland would never be quite the same again.