A Magical Night Part 2

BY: MONROVIA previously Rhyme2Reason

The tale continues of two forbidden lovers and their never-ending fight to be with each other. With Milori, Clarion, and all the other fairies in A Magical Night, my previous story, on my old account.

Updates on this new story should begin in the next few days, after the creative juices are flowing.

Hi everyone! My name is Monrovia! Or "Rovia" for short although not really that's just my pen name, but you probably knew that.

ALSO I USED TO PREVIOUSLY BE MILORICLARION AND AFTER THAT I USED TO BE RHYME2REASON SO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN YOU READ MY STORIES :) (This is why the account bio is the same as Rhyme2Reason)

u/4445364/Rhyme2Reason link to old account if you want to read the former stories

Yes as stated I used to previously be Rhyme2reason, author of A Magical Night Milori/Clarion. Due to some unfortunate events I stopped updating stories on fanfiction. But hopefully the ending of A Magical Night wasn't too bad. Now I just happened to watching Tinker Bell's Secret of the Wings and I realized how much I loved Fanfiction, and how much I missed my story. So I decided to log back in, but unfortunately I couldn't because I couldn't find the necessary log in information or anything. So I just decided the best thing to do is to create a new account. So here I am, Monrovia at your service.

Also, I decided that that wasn't the best way to end my story so I will immediately start work on my story, A Magical Night 2! Yes there will be a part 2! I'm more excited than you are actually. Anyway, with summer officially here updating should be so much better, at least until school comes along to end it. *starts singing Phineas and Ferb theme song* I do sincerely apologize for the inconvenience this is bound to cause :( So although you may have Rhyme2Reason on your fav list (thank you such!) all my new stories will be here. Although I will post a link to my former account here if you wish to read my former stories. All new stories will continue here, Once again I wanted to apologize for the wait, and the new account confusion.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Tinkerbell. *tear*

A/N: A Magical Night Part 2…Continued from A Magical Night, on my previous account, Rhyme2Reason. This story will continue EXACTLY from where the other one left off, so if you haven't read the other one, I STRONGLY recommend you do or this one won't make much sense at all. I will provide a link down below so you can read the former story, seriously, read that one or this will confuse you. Now without further ado, I will let you read the sequel to your beloved story, which I have to apologize again, for making you wait so long.

Oh wait one more thing. It is mentioned that winds always blow around Clarisse. Well they do, physically; there are winds that blow about her forever.

Now on to the story…

Link to A Magical Night Part 1~ s/8893214/1/A-Magical-Night

Prologue

Up, up, up, far from the second star on the right, far away from Neverland, floated the Isle of Aerwyn. The island where fairies that faded away went, an after-life for fairies if you will. Here on this island was a magnificent marbled palace. Adorned with jewels and surrounded by a lake of cerulean blue waters, this was the palace of Her Majesty the Great Queen Clarisse of Pixie Hollow. The very first queen of Pixie Hollow, the creator of Pixie Dust, and the 'mother' of all the other fairies.

Here, eyes as grey as London fog continued to watch down upon all of Neverland. Watching, observing, and loving. Here upon glass and marble balconies, so high it felt as if you were soaring on eagles' wings, Queen Clarisse looked down upon Pixie Hollow, and the Winter Woods each and every day, making sure all the fairies were well, and all was alright. Here she cared for each and every fairy. And from her great palace, where law, order, and justice, balanced with mercy and compassion reigned, she slowly observed the beautiful, albeit tragic love affair between the future queen of Pixie Hollow, and the future Lord of Winter. Here, on glass floors and rooms that shone brighter than the sun, here where the sun and moon shone side by side, the Empress, the very first queen of fairies, paced the huge floors.

Her long pure white gown trailing behind her, her cream colored silken cape billowing in huge waves behind her, and the pools of white pixie dust swirling about her in a torrent, the queen paced.

Hands as white as moonbeams, shook in her worry, her wrists were glowing a soft red, tired of being endlessly chaffed. Her porcelain, indescribably stunning features, usually calm, regal, and ever so serene, now looked tired and vulnerable. Her soft grey eyes, always so full of compassion, were now pale and blank. Her supple skin, always glowing with warmth and vitality, now lacked its warm glow, and was pale and dull. The winds of law, order, justice, mercy, and compassion swept around her majestic figure, raging and howling, as they blew her long, thick, silvery hair free. These winds physically, constantly swirled around Clarisse, reminding everyone who was in her path of who she was. Her poor dove, Eirene, perched upon one of the arms of Clarisse's splendid throne watched in dismay, her mahogany eyes flitting back and forth following the haggard movements of her mistress. Only once she took her eyes off her queen to steal a glance at the majestic snowy white owl perched upon the other arm of the Empress's throne. The owls own deep emerald eyes looked worried as he watched his queen pace up and down the great hall. Together the bird of wisdom and justice and the bird of peace and love locked eyes, and a single thought passed between their minds.

"What is it that causes the queen to worry so?"

No sooner had they shared this thought that the winds of order had had quite enough. The constant worry in the queen's mind, coupled with her dire fear for Clarion and Milori were mounting to a frightening crescendo in her mind. Her normally calm and orderly air was gone, and the wind most affected by her chaotic state of mind was the Wind of Order. Unable to find peace the wind howled and raged louder than all the others until the queen, so consumed with worry for Milori and Clarion, reached her breaking point. The wind could take no more. It roared louder than the powerful crashing of the marvelous silvery crystal sea outside the huge ornate windows. From inside the majestic throne room, where the Great Queen stood, one could clearly see the waves of the gorgeous sea, ranging in colors from the deepest blue so deep it looked almost black, to the palest of silver. Here the sweet, refreshing, salty smell of the crystal waters wafted up to the beautiful windows, and hugged the throne room in a warm embrace, filling the marbled halls with its wonderful scent. And standing here by the great windows one could feel the clear, refreshing mist of the waters, and taste the richness it contained. And because the seas responded to Clarisse's mood, the sea outside was also churning and seemed very unsettled. Only the sky showed a hint of the queen's feelings, as it was a faint gray rather than its normal sparkling blues. But the Wind of Order payed no heed to the seas or to the skies. It blew faintly in the beginning of the day, when the queen was not too worried, but as her fears grew stronger in anticipation of the couple whom she dearly and tenderly watched from above, the winds around her shook and swayed and finally, rose to an unbearable torrent. They howled louder than the seas, and continued to intensify in volume drowning out whatever noise could be heard from outside. Order billowed and swirled and swept, rising and growing and roaring. The wind screamed and groaned, building in its intensity, rising and climbing and screaming for more, the sheer power shook the great marbled walls and the golden columns shuddered under the noise and power of the wind. It continued to rise, to grow, to build, to expand, to screech until finally it could hold back no longer and while it gave its final mighty breath the gigantic windows could take the strain no more and shattered into a million pieces, gently flying out to sea.

Suddenly all was still. The hall was quite, so quite you could've heard a feather drop. All was suddenly calm as the Great Queen stared out in horror at the broken windows. Her eyes wide in shock she surveyed the still room. An unnatural quiet hung about the room, an uneasy quiet. A stark contrast to the gusts and gales of wind sweeping the hall just moments before. How different the room felt! The roaring and pounding had stopped, and now all five winds were reduced to nothing more than a gentle breeze, as light as a summer's day. Slowly the queen made her way to the raised platform and seated her frail body on her solid marble throne. The throne stood erect, alabaster and pure, it was covered in diamonds and pearls, and next to the throne stood two fairy guards. All through their queen's tornado of emotions they stood calm, but once the windows shook and eventually shattered, their faces paled as they watched on in fear. Now they trembled as the Great Queen waved her hand. With a flick of her wrist and with what she hoped was a reassuring smile she dismissed them. The guards briefly bowed and scurried out, afraid of being in the line of fire of anymore breaking windows.

Clarisse sighed as Eirene fluttered into her lap, and Rainer flew to her cloaked shoulder. These two birds of hers were the only two unafraid of the storm they had just witnessed.

Concerned yes, terrified? No. So they tried to offer solace to their mistress as best they could. Amid soft coos, and gentle ruffling of feathers to soothe their Empress, Clarisse slowly calmed down.

Now that her internal emotion was unleashed, she slowly regained her serene composure.

Slowly.

Gently she let her lovely fingers run through the downy feathered back of her dove, while another milky white arm gracefully stroked her owl seated on her left shoulder. Grey eyes crackling she swept her gaze along the gigantic porcelain floors, and walls, for the first time taking in the scene of the room. And again, witnessing the sheer power she contained inside of her. Just a few moments passed by, until the queen spoke, but they felt like an eternity multiplied over and over. But finally she opened her lips, and gently said aloud,

"I suppose we'll have to fix those windows sometime soon, don't you agree Rainer?"

"Whoo…" Rainer replied in response, while Eirene cooed back as well.

"I apologize," Clarisse said to her birds. "I do not know what got into me, normally I, the Queen do not react in such a way. But alas, I cannot help it! The love that is between Milori and Clarion, it is the only thing in my mind nowadays. Thou can tell I am sure." The Empress said with a wry smile.

"But my dearest Rainer, my beloved Eirene, what is one to do?" Clarisse bemoaned aloud to her faithful companions.

"If they continue to see each other the seasons will fall out of balance, my poor fairies will suffer another monstrous frost like they did when Queen Leila sat upon the throne of Pixie Hollow. Remember that day?"

The queen's mind flashed back to that are fateful day when the selfish yet lovely Queen Leila, so absorbed in her own affairs, failed to realize the frost that was coming to Pixie Hollow. Almost every single fairy died those dreaded months, but slowly the population grew again.

Eirene let out a mournful coo whilst fluttering her wings ever so slightly and Rainer allowed a stern look to creep into his stunning green eyes.

Clarisse sighed and said, "I know, I know you warned me not to let Leila's laugh become the one to someday be queen but what was I to do? Queen Willow was dying and there was no heir available. I know you told me it was bad my darling Rainer, but as said I had no choice…"

All she received in response was the stern cooing from her beloved bird of peace. Then slowly a disapproving look crept into the glowing emerald eyes of Rainer as he peered deep into the grey eyes of his mistress.

Those grey eyes that had seen so much throughout her life. The selfsame eyes that day after day witnessed the grief and the joy of the fairies Clarisse diligently kept watch over.

A moment later Clarisse spoke again, "Clarion and Milori are very determined fairies, and will not bow to rules that to them make no sense. Their love, however strong, will only cause tremendous pain and suffering to either them, or the whole of Pixie Hollow and the Winter Wood if they continue to see each other. One warm, one cold, it was not meant to be, and will soon disrupt the balance of the seasons. And if that happens then Pixie Hollow along with the Winter Woods will be destroyed, and the land of the fairies will never be the same again. My fairies will die if order is disrupted."

An ominous silence cloaked the room, hovering over the magnificent hall. Silence hung like a blanket over the throne.

"And you know just as well as I do beloved Rainer, that I cannot allow the whole of Fairykind to die out due to imbalance caused by the love of a cold and warm fairy. Why, if did that, what Empress would I be? Nay I would be unworthy to call myself judge and Queen over all other fairies for I would be forsaking what one of the virtues I hold dearest to myself. That of Justice. It is not fair nor is it just to let the fairies suffer. No! While two fairies find joy, they will, inevitably cause disorder and chaos to the natural balance of things. And in doing so all Neverland will drastically change for the worst. And how could I allow that? It is not just, nor is it merciful to the other fairies; nay it defies the natural order of life itself! I consider myself just, and merciful, but…"

Clarisse sighed and trailed off, and looked down as her snowy dove cooed up gently to her mistress. This continued for a few moments, Clarisse quietly listening. When Eirene finished speaking, Clarisse opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She slowly turned over what her friend had gently told her and processed the information. And she pondered the very last question which Eirene had asked her.

"Don't you want them to be happy together?"

Sighing Clarisse looked down into Eriene's lovely mahogany eyes. They bore into her own grey ones, seeing all that she saw, and penetrating her very thoughts. The Bird of Peace and Love stared at her beloved mistress, trying to make her see what she herself saw.

True love.

This time Clarisse did respond. "Darling Eirene, my Bird of Peace and Love, my best friend-"

At this Rainer hooted indignantly as if to say,

"What about me?"

Clarisse smiled and continued, "Whom I adore just as much you Rainer."

Rainer looked satisfied and began to preen his thick, lovely feathers.

"As I was saying," Clarisse continued, "My dear friend, I do understand what it is you say and I, more than anyone want them to find joy within each other. For I know better than anyone else that true love, why, it is more precious than all the jewels we can ever hope to possess. But surely you must see my predicament as well. If a warm fairy falls in love with a winter fairy, and they continue to meet and cross the border, which they have done multiple times, slowly but surely their different sides will mix with the others. In doing so, they will interrupt the natural balance of the seasons and that will either result in a huge frost, wiping out Pixie Hollow, or an abundance of heat, completely melting the Winter Woods, and with their homes destroyed, the fairies will quickly die out. That is unjust, as the whole of Fairy kind suffers for love."

Earning an outraged squawk from her normally peaceful Bird of Peace Clarisse amended her statement.

"I hate to put it like that Eirene, but it is not just nor is it loving."

The emphasis on the word love was a wild hope by Clarisse that perhaps her argument would appeal to the dove's other nature.

"To let fairies suffer due to this relationship. And as I mentioned a few times before…"

Here Rainer hooted dryly, as if to say, "A few times? You've been talking about disrupting the natural order of things for the past hour."

Clarisse chuckled, a low, rich warm sound that could instantly satisfy whoever heard it. But she quickly sobered and continued.

"If the seasons mixed and threw all nature into a loop, there would be destruction and chaos, order would be gone. Justice would be gone for it would not be fair to the fairies who did nothing wrong to watch their homes be destroyed. And mercy would be dead if my fairies died. What then?"

Upon the perceived threat that order, mercy, and justice might be gone someday, the three winds, which up to this point were gentle breezes reared up and once again roared and thundered at the thought of being disrupted.

Clarisse calmed the winds with a gentle yet firm wave of her hand, reassuring them, as if she was telling them that as long as she sat on the throne and was called the Great Queen, the Winds of Law, Order, Justice, Mercy and Compassion would continue to blow with all their might.

But inwardly she groaned. What a predicament she was in! Either she allowed the relationship to continue between Clarion and Milori, and eventually all of Pixie Hollow and the Winter Woods would suffer, or she could put a stop to their relationship, and in turn, leave both of them to die of a broken heart. And the realms of the fairies needed healthy, strong rulers to govern them. Not to mention they needed rulers who were alive and well, not dying of grief.

Sensing their mistress's worry and anguish, along with the turmoil she faced, Rainer and Eirene cooed gently and Eirene softly flapped her wings closer to the Queen's chin and lower cheek, in an attempt to offer her love and comfort. Rainer too carefully lowered his head under the queen's, so her head ever so slightly rested on his. In their own ways they sought to bring healing and peace to the one whom they both cherished. Not only as their Queen and Empress, but as their one dearest friend whom they loved and treasured.

In continued silence the three sat on the marvelous marble and jewel encrusted throne, and in silence they offered championship and comfort to each other. And also in silence they asked themselves the greatest question they might ever ask again.

"Should they allow this romance to continue, and let thousands of other fairies suffer along with it? Or should they, with all the infinite power they claimed as their own, end the fated love affair, rip apart true love, and ruin the lives of two fairies, while sparing the lives of all the other fairies they cared for?"

All three sat in solemn silence while the gentle winds stirred around their mistress's feet. All three of them pondered their choices in absolute silence, knowing full well the dire price they would pay if they indeed chose to tear true love away from its roots.

True love.

Something so powerful and blessed.

Something so wonderful and incredible.

But was it truly worth the lives of thousands of other fairies?

This was the question that constantly eluded the Great Queen day and night. This was the question that plagued her mind and lead to many a sleepless night.

This was the only question that Her Imperial Majesty, The Great Queen, the Empress, the protector, the defender, and the nurturer of all fairies, did not know the answer to.

Was true love worth the lives of others?

And still to her mind, no answer would come.

A/N: Well I certainly hoped you enjoyed that. Reviews please!