At the dawn of time, only three species ruled the earth. Sprites, water spirits, that protect the ancient Trident of Nero. Nodes, the winged warriors, that guarded the gates to the Afterlife. And Pixies, earth caretakers, who cherished the Tree of Life.
   Any creature who crossed the boundary of earth, water, or sky, was guaranteed certain death. The only exception were Nodes, only when they came to retrieve a life. That's why there hasn't been any... incidents. That is, until, a curious Pixie got caught in the wonders of the rolling tides of the ocean, and stepped foot into the water.

   Phobie, a water Sprite, had just received word that an earth spirit had crossed the border. She shook in excitement. "I shall deal with it!" She hollered. They nodded and surrounded the trident they all so fiercely protected. Phobie swam as fast as a shark, excited to encounter her first intruder.
   Soon she broke the surface, startling a young Pixie. "Why are you trespassing, ground-dweller?" Phobie boomed. She formed a sword of water in her hands and held it steadily. "Your actions have brought upon your death." She beared her teeth. Phobie's transparent skin glittered in the sun.
   "I mean no harm!" The Pixie cried. She scrambled up onto the sand. She must know not one thing about the tide. It moves.
   Phobie gripped her sword tighter. A creature was allowed on another territory if their oppent had crossed the territory line. Slowly, she stepped up onto the sand. The Pixie gasped. She must have been young if she knew none of the old customs. The opposing creature created a shield of vines. Phobie willed the water to dismantle the shield, and lashed out with her sword.
   The battled drew on longer than the Sprite had thought. The Pixie shielded and countered most of her attacks with vines and seaweed. Phobie mumbled a curse and jumped towards her opponent, catching her off guard. The Pixie fell to the ground, a bleeding wound  spreading throughout her chest.
   "You have messed with the land of Sprites. Be this a lesson to the world that no being shall cross our border." The Pixie let out her final breath, and the life drained out of her eyes.
   An expected horn sounded from above. The Sprite wadded into the ocean, her tunic flowing with the wind. Two Nodes flew down from the clouds, one with white wings, and the other with grey. The grey winged Node held a twirled horn.
   The Nodes touched down onto the white sand. The white winged one reached out his hand, and pulled the Pixies spirit from her body. The Pixie's soul peeled away beautifully, a sense of peace and wisdom carved onto her face. She looked at me and weakly smiled. The Node held her hand, anchoring her to the ground.
   The grey Node turned to Phobie. "Young Sprite. You have protected your land and people. This Pixie will pass on through the gates, and be it you resolve your conflict in the afterlife." With that, the Nodes and Spirit flew up into the air, disappearing behind the clouds. Phobie sighed and dove back into the water, taking the form of a sea turtle, and swam towards her home. She was greeted with celebration and laurel crowns, marking the water spirits victory.

   Since then, only several creatures dared to trespass the boundaries, for they knew that if they did...they would never live to tell the tale.