Here's chapter 2! I'm having so many ideas flow through my head right now so Chapter 3 will be up soon. Hope y'all like it!
Chapter 2
Clarion flew towards the border. She snuck past all the fairy guards, something she's done many times before with Mary. She fluttered quickly through Springtime Square and then threw the Autumn Woods. She came up to the log that acted as a bridge between the two seasons. She gently landed and walked as close as she could to the border. She stuck her finger into winter but pulled back quickly. "I'm the future queen. Should I really be doing this?" As she thought she slid more of her arm into winter. It was cold, but for some strange reason she liked it. She mustered up all her courage and jumped into winter. That's when she heard his voice for the first time.
Milori was reading when he decided to go to the border. He felt like something was going to happen and he should be there. He flew away from the pure white snowy owls and towards the border. He flew past the ice skating pond, making sure no one saw him. He didn't want anyone to follow. He hid in a nearby tree waiting to see if anything was going to happen. He was slowly flying back home when he heard a soft noise. He turned to see the most beautiful fairy land on the log. She had big, sparkling gold wings. "Wings of royalty!" He thought as he watched her push a free lock of her long honey colored hair back into her tight bun. "What is she doing?" He watched closely as she stuck her arm into winter. "She glowing, I've never seen anything like it!" He didn't notice that his mouth was wide open. That's when she jumped all the way in.
"No! No! Stop go back!" He screamed as he ran towards her.
"What? No!" Clarion protested and folded her arms.
"You have to go back! Your wings-" He was trying to push her back into spring.
"Are fine!" She interrupted him. She gasped as he picked her up and carried her back to spring. "Are you crazy?" Clarion threw her arms up.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to break your wings. They look so different. And different is a good thing. A beautiful thing." Clarion blushed. She had finally got a good look at the sparrow man before her. He was wearing a teal colored shirt. It was sleeveless and showed off his muscles. It was paired with light grey pants. His skin was paler than her own, but there was something about it.
"Oh well, thank you. I'm sorry for yelling at you." She looked into his eyes. They were beautiful. And his hair was a silver color that came to just above his shoulders.
"I'm Milori." He looked into her eyes. "Her eyes are so blue. Tell her they look pretty!" He told himself.
"I'm Clarion." Clarion replied, trying not to blush. The way he spoke, she had never heard anything like it.
"You have beautiful eyes. They remind me of sapphires." Milori looked into her eyes; they truly did look like sapphires.
"Your eyes are pretty too." Clarion looked at his. They were brown, but not like the brown eyes that warm fairies had. She liked them. He interrupted her thoughts.
"What were you doing in winter?" He asked, taking a step closer to spring.
"I felt like the Winter Woods were calling me. They are so different from the other seasons. But different is good. Different is beautiful." She smiled at him, then gazing over into the Winter Woods.
"I agree." He took a step closer. "I felt the same way. Like something would happen, like I needed to be here." He could read every emotion that filled her eyes. They had gotten closer and closer, they were only a step away from one other. "You're very beautiful Clarion." The way he said her name made her shiver. He reached out and took her hand. He pulled her close and she laid her other hand on his chest. His free hand found its way to her cheek. "He is so cold." Clarion thought. He slowly moved so his lips were just above hers. She was about to rid of the space between them, when a shriek came from the sky.
Clarion yelped and dug her head into his chest. Milori pulled her in protectively and looked around. He didn't see anything so he relaxed and so did Clarion. That's when they came back to reality. They both blushed hard at being in each other's arms. But Milori liked it, and as he looked into her eyes he could tell that she did too.
"It must have been an owl." He said breaking the silence. Clarion began to giggle.
"Did you hear the way I screamed?" Clarion was laughing hard and Milori joined her.
"Whatever it was it sure got you!" He laughed and sat down.
"Me? Oh! That bird got you too!" She sat on the spring side.
"No it didn't!" Milori argued. He pushed some snow off into the river below.
"Milori, I felt you tense up. You were scared too." Clarion replied in a soothing voice, one that Milori had secretly begun to love.
"Ok, maybe it did." Milori drew in the snow and Clarion traced patterns into the bark. After a little, Milori spoke. "What talent are you?" Clarion's wings drooped a little. She had finally met someone who treated her like a normal fairy and now it would be ruined. She couldn't lie either since the queen or heir could never lie.
"Well," She was hesitant, "If I tell you, promise that you won't treat me different. Please."
"Ok! I promise to never treat you different because of your talent." Milori held up his right hand which made Clarion grin from ear to ear.
"I'm…I'm next in line to be queen of Pixie Hollow." She shut her eyes not wanting to see Milori's reaction. His mouth hung open once more. Then he erupted into laughter. "What is so funny about that?" Clarion tried to sound mad but her eyes told on her.
"Clarion try to be mad all you want, but I know you're laughing on the inside!" Milori was clutching his side from the laughter.
"How, how did you know?" she looked at him flabbergasted.
"Your eyes show every emotion. You are very open Clarion." As he spoke she looked away. He saw she looked almost embarrassed, "But being open is a good thing. A beautiful thing. It shows me that you are caring and loving." She smiled at his words. "How can he know exactly what to say to make me feel better? It's like he knows me, or can just read me like a book!" Clarion still grinned at him.
"You didn't answer my question Milori. What's so funny about me being heir?" Milori was silent for a while. It looked as though he was having an internal conflicted with himself. Finally, Milori answered Clarion's question.
"Well that's because I'm lord-to-be."
