Everyone knows where fairies come from, a babies first laugh. But this, this has not happened in over 1000 years, a fairy born of love.
Lord Milori and Queen Clarion were in love. They were so in love that they decided to marry. After a year of marriage Queen Clarion discovered the most wonderful thing. She was pregnant. All of Pixie Hallow rejoyced. After many months the great day finally arrived. Queen Clarion went into labor and delivered a healthy baby boy. The crown prince of all Pixie Hallow. And this baby was born with the most wonderous ability. He was both a winter and warm fairy. This baby could live with both his parents. They named him Fiyero. His parents were so proud of their most wonderful creation.
Years go by as young Fiyero grows into a daring and adventerous young boy. At age 8 he could fly owls around just like his father, but he loved to fly as fast as he could. And was always disappointed at the owls lack of speed. Then one day when he was with the warm fairies a hawk flew overhead. The faries and small critters fled in terror. At that moment Fiyero got an idea. He made a lasso and swung it around at got it around a hawks neck. The hawk pulled the young fairy up high in the air. Fiyero climbed the rope and onto the hawks back. The hawk was not too happy with he idea of a rider. He flew in the air wildly trying to shake Fiyero off. But the boy held on tightly. Queen Clarion caught sight of her loved baby boy riding a hawk. She quickly called her husband to "rescue her endangered son". Lord Milori flew in as fast as he could. Just then the hawk finally was able to shake Fiyero off, the boy fell rapidly. The boys wings were still too small and weak to help him land. But his father was fast enough. He caught Fiyero. And they landed safely on the ground. Lord Milori held onto the boy tightly, he could have died.
"Dad! Let go, I'm fine!" Fiyero whined, trying to push away from his father.
"Son! What were you thinking?! You could have died." Milori scolded as he put his son down.
"I just wanted to go fast. I can barely fly. My wings are so small and weak." Fiyero said sadly.
Lord Milori sighed. "Fiyero, your wings will get stronger. You are a fairy of love. So you will grow and change unlike any other fairy. You're special. Son, what you did was so dangerous. When I saw you fall, I was scared. I was scared that you could have died."
Fiyero saw the pain in his father's eyes. "Dad. I'm sorry I scared you. I...I didn't mean to." Fiyero hugged him tightly.
Lord Milori picked him up and held him close. "It's okay now son, you're safe. Please don't do anything so reckless again."
Milori brought him home to a house that was built on the boarder of the winter and summer woods. Clarion greeted her men with hugs and kisses. She scooped Fiyero out of her husbands arms and held him close.
Just as his father said, Fiyero grew bigger and stronger. Soon the boy was one of the fastest, and that wasn't his only talent. He was an amazing tinker. He was soon able to tame the most wild of animals. And yes, even a hawk. He was the avatar of fairies. He mastered every talent and by the tender young age of 15. And this is where our story truely begins. Where a young fairy, born of love, finds his own path in life.
