If he had not seen it, he wouldn't have believed it.
Tinks wing had broken. Every fairy could see that once the big freeze happened. How brave she was for putting the safety of everyone before her own worries.
His heart had ached for her when he saw. Having lived many seasons without the use of his wing. So many times he hoped no fairy felt this pain. Then this happened.
In his anger, he had kicked Tinkerbells invention. Her snow machine in the river.
He had caused this.
It had been all his fault, and now the Tinker had paid for it.
That was until her sister, a fate so rare, had helped heal her wing.
Broken wings could not be mended. At least, not till that moment. It was only for the fact that two wings, wings of siblings, of the same design could heal the other.
Milori had no such sibling. No such way to heal.
Oh how glad he was when he saw. Tinkerbell healed, knowing that she would never feel the full extent of what he had would happen.
He could also feel the jealously grow inside him. Pushing it down the best he could, he celebrated this wonder of a day with Clarion and the others.
Rejoicing that all of Pixie Hollow was saved.
That is, till he was alone in the quietness of his home.
What was once a neatly organized room, was now torn apart. Books thrown in anger across, hitting the walls. His desk broken, shattered.
His anger never knowing this extent, drained the sparrowman.
In defeat Milori slumped to the ground.
After so many years, he let himself cry.
To cry for what was, what is, and to the future.
Forever broken.