The pixie(forest spirit)

Phil was aimlessly walking around the exhibit with the rest of his class, unsure of what to make of what he was seeing. He noticed this large statue of a beautiful woman, which briefly caught his attention, but he quickly moved on.

"Vilintora?" He said to himself, reading the small plaque.

"Professor Everhardt, what exactly are we looking for?" Evan, one of Phil's classmates, asked the teacher.

"That's for you to figure out, Evan. It's out listening to what speaks to you and figuring out what kind of artist you want to be. You may not find anything in here, but that's okay because it will speak to you when you least........"

"Professor?" Evan asked as she seemed distracted by something.

"Well, at least someone likes the statue," Phil said before he moved on, noticing a jug with a cork in it on top of a pedestal. "Cool, ancient booze," he said to himself with a chuckle as he got closer. "What are those?" He said as he noticed the painting on the side of the jug.

They appeared to be fairies, or something like fairies anyway. There were some trees, and they seemed to be joining hands, almost like they were protecting the forest. It was interesting to see.

Phil suddenly heard a commotion and turned around, seeing Evan and the teacher looking confused and embarrassed. He could have sworn he saw Evan zip his pants back up and Professor Everhardt buttoning her shirt back up.

"What the Hell is going on there?" He asked himself before gently bumping into the pedestal. "Oh shit!" He said before he reached out and grabbed the jug, not letting it fall to the floor; however, the cork had come loose and fallen. "That could have been bad," he said, hoping no one noticed as he bent down to grab the cork and place it back in.

He hadn't noticed that when he went to grab the cork, a small ball of blue light emerged from the jug and hovered in the air for a moment. It began to jolt back and forth, seemingly confused or frightened, before it zipped into Phil's bag to hide.

"Okay, time to go," he said, looking around one more time before heading to the exit.

As Phil got back to his apartment, he threw his bag down on his chair. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted, still thinking about what he saw with Evan and their teacher.

"Damn, she is hot. Good for you, Evan," he said with a chuckle before he pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

Meanwhile, this little ball of light began to peek out of his bag, looking around the room. As the light dimmed, its form became clearer. She looked like a tiny human woman but transparent like a spirit. She had a worried look on her face as she didn't know where she was or how she got there.

Phil suddenly got up and took off his pants, getting comfortable before he headed out to the kitchen looking for something to eat. The tiny spirit noticed and started following him, curious as to who and what he was. She had seen humans before, but it had been a long time, and she figured maybe he could lead her to some sort of plant life.

She was a pixie, or forest spirit as some would call her. She lived in nature, which could be anything from a tree to a flower, something organic, so she could sustain herself, but as she looked around, she didn't see any plants anywhere.

"What is this place? Why am I here?" She said to herself as she began to panic before she noticed the sunlight coming from the window. "Outside..... yes, I need to get......" she paused as she looked outside, seeing nothing but concrete buildings and no plant life anywhere. "Oh no, I have to........"

Phil suddenly re-entered the room with a bowl of cereal in his hands and froze when he saw the tiny blue glowing woman near his window. His eyes widened as they both just stood there staring at each other before he dropped the bowl on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet so the bowl didn't break, but cereal and milk went all over.

"Who are you? Why have you brought me here?" She demanded before flying up towards his face.

"What the......." he said, unable to process what he was looking at. "What are you? How did you get here?"

"I'll ask the questions!" She said, but looked confused and did not know what to ask. "I'm a pixie, and you stole me from the forest...... I need........ I need a plant..... a flower...... trees...... what is this concrete jungle I am trapped in?"

"Woah, calm down. Were you in the jug at the museum?"

"Museum? What's a museum? Last thing........ the jar....... the protection spell....... that's where?"

"Okay, this is too fucking weird for me," Phil said as he tried to wrap his head around what he was looking at. "Let's uh, let's calm down. My name is Phil. What's yours?"

"Name? I am......... Blooma."

"Okay, nice to meet you, Blooma," he said as he stepped a little closer. I can go and get you a flower or something, I just need you to relax a little, okay? I promise I won't hurt you."

Blooma fluttered there, nodding her head,, but looked frightened. She was disconnected from nature, and she didn't know what to do. She never trusted humans, but found herself with little choice as she lowered herself down on top of Phil's dresser.

"There we go. Just relax, and we will figure all of this out."