A/N: So when I watched Secret of the Wings last weekend with my little sis and I heard the story of Queen Clarion and Lord Milori, ideas were already running through my head. So as I developed the story, it kind of turned into more than just their story. It has some extra goodies in it about Queen Clarion's origin :) Please review! It gives me more incentive to continue ;)

"Queen Isa?"

Isa sighed and refused the urge to cringe at the familiar voice of the Minister of Summer. She took one more longing glance at the sun fading in the distance and turned to meet the sparrow-man that was now inhabiting her room.

Forcing a smile, Isa responded, "Yes Augstin? For what reason do I owe the pleasure?" She knew very well what the scrawny sparrow-man with straw-like hair and largish nose wanted. It was the same thing he had been asking her about for the past three seasons, ever since he gained his apprentice Anona.

"Well," he started, "As you know, your human is coming upon the age of seventy." Isa cringed a little inwardly, but managed to maintain a pleasant expression. Did he have to keep bringing that fact up?

A raw wind blew in from the window she had left open behind her. Isa noted the Minister's shiver as it reached him and turned around to shut it, causing her raven-black hair to go askew. While she busied herself with that, the Minister continued.

"I know you've put this off for three seasons now, but it's time to face the facts. Your human will soon forget about you, and with that, he will stop believing. You must find a suitor before this comes to happen."

"Augstin, as much as appreciate your concern, I do not believe this is a topic I wish to discuss," Isa said coldly, like many times before. "My suitor will come when the time is right." She flitted over to where the Minister was standing to lead him out of the room like so many times before.

Instead of admitting defeat like usual, though, the Minister turned to face the Queen, stopping her.

"It is necessary, my queen, to address the situation."

Queen Isa stopped abruptly. She was about to lash out at him for his discourtesy, but he beat her to it.

"I am sorry, my queen, if you feel as though I'm being disrespectful, but you have five more seasons before you must give up the throne. It is customary that the queen trains her suitor for four seasons so they have experience in every season's preparations. You are running out of time," the Minister informed. "However, there is a solution. My apprentice Anona is very skilled in the talents of water, light, garden and fast-flying. She contains many talents unlike many other Ministers. It may be possible that she might have more that she is not able to explore. I believe she would be a suitable heir to the throne."

Isa was silent for a minute. She knew this was what he was getting at all this time, but she didn't think he would ever actually come out and say he was hoping his apprentice would take the throne.

Truthfully, Anona was talented. Much more talented than many other fairies. Anona knew it too, which was why Isa was opposed to her becoming queen. Isa had noticed that sometimes Anona's pride got in the way of her studies. Isa knew without a doubt that the next queen would have to be selfless. She must have the abundance to love, and the wisdom to guide. Anora was not that successor.

Isa sighed. "You say I have five seasons?" The Minister nodded. "Then I will compromise with you. The fall season will start in exactly two days. If, by the end of that season, I do not have a successor, I will train Anona. To that you have my word."

Isa saw the giddy smile forming on the Minister's face and said, "Now leave me. I want some peace before the new season."

The Minister bowed and happily set out on his way. As she watched him go, the Queen sighed. She turned and flew back to her window and opened it again, letting the cold air surge in around her. As the last light was fading from the sky, Queen Isa sent out a little prayer to a special child somewhere.

"Please give me a princess..."