Hello again! Time for chapter four! I'll be honest, Juudjv, your review brought a tear to my eye. I'm not sure why, maybe it was because you said how quick I updated (at least I think that's what "And how soon youvupdate" means…) Anyway, let's start!

The sun was shining in the sky and it was a beautiful day in Pixie Hollow. Milori and Clarion sat hand-in-hand by a nearby river, watching fish jumping up and down happily in the water, occasionally splashing the two lovers. Today they had each other to themselves. No royal duties. No practice fire-drills or rain-drills (which were important and regularly practice due to the danger of fairies wings being wet. E.G: Not being able to fly away from dangers). All of the ministers, guards and just about everyone knew that Queen Clarion and/or Lord Milori were only to be called if it was an emergency. In fact, nobody seemed to mind (except maybe the Minister of Spring).

"Clarion? Can I ask you something?" Milori turned to his beautiful girlfriend, the queen. 'Couldn't be a better queen!' he thought happily. Clarion looked at him with concern. There seemed to be a slight bit of worry in his voice.

"Of course, Milori. Anything," She smiled, trying to hold her normal tone so he wouldn't suspect she knew something was on her mind.

"Did… did you have any nightmares last night?" he asked her, cautiously, in case it upset her to think of what happened, assuming anything did. Clarion pretended to scan her mind for any nightmares, although, she was really pondering over if she should tell him. They were having such a wonderful day and the last thing you wanted to do was spoil it. 'Yet again' she thought 'Say if I did lie, wouldn't that just be another thing added to my list of guilt that I owe Milori for?'

"Well… Be more specific." She decided to wait until later, if she could get him to drop it until then.

"What do you mean? Nightmares are horrors. Things that scare you. Anything like that occurred?" Clarion didn't answer. She just started into the river. Milori sighed. He couldn't believe she wasn't going to tell him. 'How could we share all those magical moments, then the next day, she tries to hide the truth!?' the thought angered him. Clarion could tell that he knew she wasn't telling him something. 'Does he already know? Is he just trying to get me to confess?' She thought, confused.

"Clarion. Is there something you're not telling me? Because, if it helps, I think I already know." He spoke calmly and quietly, for he knew shouting wasn't going to work. Tears were now threatening to leak from her eyes; she didn't know what to do.

"How… how did you-"she quivered.

"Clarion, there are certain things you can't keep from me, and this is one of them. If you are having nightmares it could be something serious. It could be a vision. It could be a fear you have. You need to tell me." His tone was like the tone you would use if you were explaining to a squirrel that it had to hibernate when it didn't want to. It was for the best. "Plus," he added "When you collapsed, your mussels were very tensed for a while. It wasn't for a few minutes you relaxed."

Images suddenly began flying through Clarion's mind. She was at the border that connects spring and winter; Milori was there, too, except a lot younger.

"Clarion," asked young Milori. The voice wasn't as deep as his normal voice is.

"Yes?" Clarion's answers were out of her control. Her voice was more girly, too.

"I love you!" blushed Milori.

"I love you!" blushed Clarion, repeating exactly what he had said. Suddenly more images appeared, very faintly and muffled she could hear Milori, in his normal voice.

"Clarion!? Clarion!?" New images over-took and she had no control over what was happening and had no idea how to get back to the real work. The present.

Suddenly Clarion found herself not too far away from where she was when she had told Milori she loved him. She was only a few paces away from the border. Only this time, Milori was on the warm side too. Both of their wings fluttered excitedly. It wasn't until she saw his wings did she know what was happening. This happened hundreds of years ago from the present day. Milori had just become Lord of Winter and Clarion had just become Queen. So badly she wanted to push Milori back to the Winter Woods, in the cold, but she had no control over what she said or did.

"I can't believe I'm other here! Clarion! I'm on the warm side!" Milori's younger self shouted, flying around in circles. Younger Clarion flew with him, too. Both as excited as the other, that was, until they heard a SNAP. Milori fell to the ground with a loud grunt of pain, landing on his shrivelled wings.

"MILORI! Are you okay?!" Young Clarion ran over to him, pulling him up only to reveal his broken wing. "Quick! Go back! Go back!" she squealed, tears flooding from her eyes as she pushed her lover back towards the border. She was completely terrified. Once she had pushed Milori back on the cold side, which was only a few paces, she stared at him, unable to talk, or breathe. Milori gave her a look, as if to say "What do I do?" Clarion didn't know and she couldn't talk anyway, instead, both of them collapsed to the ground on their knees. Milori made sure that his lover's gorgeous monarch wings were still on the warm side as they cried in each other's arms.

"I… I'm… s….o…so… sorrrrr….sorryry" Clarion could hardly talk, yet alone breathe.

"No, I'm sorry." Milori's voice was more stable than hers, which made Clarion feel even worse for.

"I'll ne…nevvver…. For…give…..my….seeee…..llff…" she cried. Suddenly, Clarion's vision went black and her hearing had disappeared too.

I hope this chapter was a nice size for you! I thought this would be a nice cliff-hanger! Sorry Tangled4Ever that I couldn't answer your question about when Dewey had said yet. In the next chapter I'll try and smooth that out with you guys (well, mainly girls…)….. BYEEE!