Prologue

Queen Clarion was sleeping in her king size bed alone. She was tossing a bit, she has the last few nights, it was hard to get comfortable. She may have been able to hide her round stomach by manipulating her dress of pixie dust to an illusion, but it was still there, she could feel it, the pressure and pain from it. She wasn't getting much sleep because of it. Tonight however was different, she lay awake on her back when she felt slight more discomfort then she had felt before. It was a sharp cramp in her lower back. She sat up and rubbed her stomach, feeling were the pain was from. When she stood she was nearly floored with pain.

She took a deep breath and slowly let it out before making her way to the adjoining room. Her best "childhood" friend was sleeping, as she had the last few weeks. She was there for this specific night. Clarion slowly peered around the door as she entered, seeing her plump friend sleeping in the moonlight.

"Mary." Clarion whispered. She laid her hand on Mary's shoulder.

Her friend, a light sleeper, woke easily. "Clarion?" She sounded still half asleep.

When Clarion gasped in more pain, closing her eyes tightly and trying to breath deeply, Mary jumped out of bed to her friends side.

"Don't call yet." Clarion managed calmly.

Mary looked confused but didn't argue. She headed into Clarion's room and went to her dresser. She gathered replacement pajamas for the silver nightgown she had on now. Clarion sat on her bed while Mary lay out the pink pants and matching shirt. She looked over the clothes and nodded, heading around to collect the more stuff they needed. Clarion meanwhile had slowly changed, and clutched her stomach, crouching to the floor in pain as another contraction hit.

"That was only 30 minutes after the last." Mary commented. Clarion stood back up and walked to the window, hand on her stomach. A white dove waited near her balcony.

"Milori." She said pointing to the winter woods.

The dove went off slightly, knowing what she supposed to do, the best a bird could know. Clarion silently prayed to the second star that Milori's owl wasn't being used for winter deliveries this night.

She meanwhile sat on her bed and timed her contractions until everything was ready to go.

Milori had slept soundly in his king size bed. He was only woke by his owl cooing. That was his alarm clock, every morning his owl woke him. He noticed that it wasn't morning, and that his owl was jumping around a bit.

"Is it Clarion girl?" He asked sitting up.

The owl hooted.

Milori got up quickly, beginning to get worried. He grabbed his shirt and quickly put it on. Throwing his cape on too. He grabbed his lucky charm and grabbed his owl's necklace reins. He jumped on quickly and flew to the library. He walked right in, actually finding himself running to the "Keeper's" room. He woke his friend anxious.

"It's time..." he said softly. "What do we do?"

"Let me gather a few things, relax Milori, she'll be alright." his friend assured him.

Milori sat down and calmed himself. He tried not to think about the pain that Clarion must feel.

Meanwhile Clarion's contractions had moved to being only a few minutes apart, and they were intense. She and Mary had only been at the border for a few moments when Milori's owl landed and Milori jumped off, racing to Clarion who gasped in pain and clutched his shirt almost as soon as he took her in his arms.

"How far apart are they?" He asked helping her sit comfortably.

"That makes two minutes." Clarion answered.

"And how long has it been?" Dewy asked.

"About an hour." Mary said making a temporary bed of the blankets and pillows they had brought.

"It's moving fast." Dewy commented and came over to help Clarion lay down. He quickly readied and checked her.

"Almost there," he said. "Almost ready to push."

He went back to the cold side to cool his wings. Clarion was laying on the warm side, about three steps in. Dewy had to keep retreating to keep his wings cold, Milori however, not caring like the time he broke his wing, stayed by Clarion's side, holding her hand and pushing her hair off her damp forehead.

"Milori..." Clarion gasped and strained a bit in pain. "Go back..." she groaned.

"I'll be fine, I've got nothing to lose." he was relatively calm.

"Your life? It's too warm." She said breathing heavily.

Milori simply kissed her lips while Mary put pillows under Clarion's back to help her be more comfortable. Dewy came back and checked her.

"Are you ready?" He asked positioning her.

"No," Clarion put her damp face in Milori's chest.

Milori kissed her hair and ran his fingers through her down hair to keep her calm. He moved to sit cross-legged behind her, supporting her on his chest and partly lap.

"Come on Clarion," Dewy said. "Push."

Mary took Dewy's place quickly as Clarion started pushing. She held her breath and grasped Milori's hands, trying to push harder. She cried in pain when she let her breath out. Despite being afraid of waking the nearby fairies, she couldn't hold in her cries very well while she pushed.

After a while Clarion went near limp in Milori's arms. He pulled her hair back and messy banded it up out-of-the-way. Mary was talking with Dewy who was checking if Clarion had made any progress. Clarion had tears on her face as Milori held her, rubbing her bump lovingly.

"It's been an hour!" Clarion sobbed.

"One more Clarion." Mary said while Dewy cooled. "Try one more."

Clarion looked up at Milori, tears and pain in her eyes. He kissed her brow and edged her on.

"You can do it, love." He said softly.

Clarion pushed as hard as she could, trying not to scream. Milori helped her sit up as she went deeper into the push. Clarion was panting when Dewy wiped her off. The baby wasn't crying, she was pale, white hair, closed eyes and barely breathing. Milori quickly kissed Clarion as he moved with Dewy to the cold side, as soon as the baby cooled, wrapped in a blanket of frost, she started crying and opened her eyes to look at Milori.

"She has your eyes, Clarion." Milori said looking over at a tired queen. Clarion smiled tiredly, sadly, knowing she would never see her baby again, and couldn't even hold her.

"Your hair." She whispered.

Milori nodded and somehow managed to dress the now squirming girl in her sunflower dress.

"Clarion, are you still feeling intense pain?" Mary asked as she cleaned up the after birth, seeing her friend still tense.

"Yes..." Clarion groaned softly. She strained slightly, pulling at the blankets under her a bit.

Dewy came back to check her, his face was pure shock and horror. "It's twins, you have another one!"

Clarion and Milori shared a look of shock, Milori reluctantly left the girl in her basket he was going to use to bring her back to become a full fairy. He went back to Clarion's side, she was hardly pushing, even when told, still in shock.

"Clarion, you have to push!" Milori said looking at the moon, the sky was just starting to brighten at the horizon with the sunrise.

Clarion cried into his shirt as she pushed. He held her up and saw his next child coming.

"Keep going, I see her." Dewy said. Mary was scrambling for more blankets.

Clarion fell back exhausted as a warm fairy cried. Mary cleaned her and handed her to Clarion, who started crying softly finally holding her child. Milori, in silent tears himself, picked up the winter fairy and held her for Clarion to see.

"Bringing her across wont hurt." Dewy said as he cleaned up.

Milori and Clarion moved closer to the border instead to hold this sister's together. Both were sleeping now, dressed in their identical dresses. Their wings sparkled and glow when being held so close.

"We agreed on Periwinkle if she was winter," Milori said looking at Clarion lovingly.

"And Bell for warm." Clarion sniffed her tears back.

"We have both." Mary said looking at the girls, who looked nearly the same, minus the hair.

"You have to go if you want to do this right." Dewy assured.

Clarion slowly kissed Periwinkle's forehead, then Milori's lips, only longer. Milori kissed Bell's head and moved away. The girls, both with Clarion's blue eyes, watched each other, and the other parent, as they moved farther away from each other. Clarion and Milori both knew that they had to keep winter and warm away from each other now. The law was already in affect, but they had to keep the girls away so no one found out. This was the last time they would ever see each other.

Clarion was hardly able to move, but she kept hold of her baby, and wouldn't let Mary take her. She placed her on the spiral, kissed her head and let a tear fall on the girl's dry cheek. Confident that this would work, she left to get ready while the sun rose and everyone thought that the new arrival was cooing from the flower seed coming in.

AN: Please let me know what you think, how it was, and if I could do better. I can always fix the chapters and make them better.