You toiled away at your workbench. There had to be some way to sever the connection between humans and fairies. It wasn't fair they were tied to them! There had to be a way for us to exist separately. Right? Your friend Vesta helped you nearby, handing you items to add to your mixture. You'd already lost Rani. You couldn't lose anyone else. That's when Vesta's breath hitched. Vesta fell into your arms. You quickly took your mixture and sprinkled in your pixie dust. You hopelessly tipped back the bowl into Vesta's mouth. Of course it didn't work. Vesta's body slowly evaporated back into its first form. A dandelion seed. Screaming in anguish and frustration, you tore down your workbench.

A week later, you decided you'd had enough. You've come up with a theory. "What if when the baby we're born from stops believing, that's when we die?" It was a long shot, but you managed to convince your remaining friends to accompany you to the mainland. Hoping to find your humans. The search was long and painful, you were beginning to give up hope when you felt an inexplicable pull to a window. Flying over and landing on the sill, you saw a young boy in a small room, bookshelves lined the walls, a small bed in the corner of the cold room. The boy sat over a desk, his red hair matted as he wrote down whatever it was he was learning. You found him. Your child. Peter Pan. You began muttering to yourself, drawing the boy's attention. His eyes immediately lit up with childlike wonder. "Are you a fairy?!" Peter asked.