A/N: Okay so this is NOT sequel and this is something my mind made up while learning about the Holocaust and World War II. This is an AU story and consists of the Minister of Spring taking out his jealousy and rage that Clarion is married to Milori and not him on all the Winter Fairies. By starving them, torturing them, killing them, etcetera, and Pixie Hollow goes into an all-out War.
Warning: THIS IS A HIGH T RATING THAT WILL BORDER THE M RATING BECAUSE OF HOW HEAVY IT IS! Rating could very likely change to M. You have been warned…
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Prologue
Jealousy. Rage. Torture. Rage. Depression. Rage. Rage, rage, RAGE! That was what the Minister of Spring was feeling as he saw his lover and a certain Lord of Winter fly down the aisle as Newlyweds. It hurt so much he wanted to hurt something (like the Lord of Winter), but he contained himself and settled on just watching them coldly. His eyes burning like hot embers.
Time passed and news came around to the Minister's ears that Clarion was expecting a baby. A. Baby. Clarion, his lover, had gotten impregnated from the blasted Lord of Winter, his enemy. The tide of emotions that he had encountered a few months ago in the wedding came back stronger. Much, much, stronger than before and he so wanted to kill Lord Milori for all it was worth! But he restrained himself from finding and marching up to the Winter Fairy and doing so. So he clutched his hands into fists and breathed heavily in and out. In and out. In and out. Over and over again to try and calm down. It didn't help though and he found himself punching the wooden wall in anger. His eyes fire.
A few months passed and the royal baby was born. It was as expected, a baby fairy with wings so small and delicate and a face with large hazel eyes and a cute nose. Like a human baby made into a fairy baby, if one could picture it. At first the Minister of Spring was happy, as was all of Pixie Hollow, but then he remembered who the father was and he immediately started to hate the baby. No, he thought heavily. It isn't a baby; it's an abomination of a failed creation between Lord Milori and Queen Clarion. It is worthless.
But he found himself the only one thinking such thoughts because the rest of the Fairy World rejoiced and chanted out the baby's name, "Allya! Allya!" over and over again. A giant celebration was held in honor of her with the parents there smiling broadly, proud. But the Minister of Spring wasn't there, he was out in Butterfly Cove silently seething hurtful emotions and ripping off leaves from flowers in hatred and anger.
"One day," he swore to himself, "One day Milori will pay…As will all the Winter Fairies."
And his eyes were the most deadly wildfires.