Queen Clarion slowly fluttered away from the festivities, dismissing her guards away. The day itself was the last day of autumn and tomorrow, winter fairies would bring winter to mainland. Today, another successful autumn revelry was held at the autumn woods, and due to tinker bell's newest invention, they gained a legendary amount of pixie dust. Actually, the queen was mortified when she saw the precious moonstone in pieces, but relieved when it had produced the largest harvest of blue pixie dust they ever had.
Her thoughts were driven elsewhere when she felt the power of blue pixie dust pulsing through the pixie dust tree and slowly her wings started glowing blue. The queen transformed herself into a stream of glowing blue-gold pixie dust and reappeared in the heart of pixie dust tree, a place where even dust keepers are not allowed to enter. Only the queen was aware of the existence of the secret chambers in the heart of the pixie dust tree. A secret door opened when she touched the bark of the tree and it slowly disappeared when she entered to the chambers.
In it was a crystal hourglass, under normal circumstances, filled with golden pixie dust. It showed that the pixie dust is not running low and is produced sufficiently in the tree. Now, the pixie dust had turned blue, so was the queen's wings and her dress. She slowly raised her hand, and stream of blue pixie dust shot upwards. Concentrating hard, she began to circulate the blue pixie dust inside the tree, her wings glowing in a sheer whitish- blue light as a result. Soon, blue pixie dust began to convert itself into golden pixie dust and the power of the blue dust, absorbed by the tree, the queen fell to her knees in exhaustion.
The power of raw blue dust was immense and unbearable, even for the queen. However, she was the only fairy who was capable of controlling the pixie dust, and was the life of the pixie dust tree herself. Her life was connected to it, she was a part of dust and dust was a part of her.
Clarion felt a stray tear falling down her cheeks. When she was alone, she had no need to keep the image of the strong and confident queen. She was feeling so hollow and empty that she wanted to cry. She remembered the first blue harvest moon festival in pixie hollow. No one in pixie hollow now except herself and ministers were in that festival. She remembered Rose, optimistic garden talent overseer, smiling face of Lavender, the first fast-flying fairy, and many others. All have faded away with the time. In addition, most of all, it was the first and last blue harvest moon festival she shared with her beloved Milori.
Letting herself lost among memories of that day, Clarion slided along the wall, to the floor.