This is a bit of a short chapter today. Sorry about that! Please enjoy anyway!


Princess Clarion awoke the next morning to the sun shining down on her face. She sleepily opened her eyes and used her hand to shield them from the bright light. Clarion pushed off her bed covers and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Adrenaline pulsed through her as she fluttered into her bathroom and turned on the taps to her bathtub. Water seaped through the taps and filled the large marble bath within minutes. Clarion locked the door and removed her clothes before getting into the water and relaxing.


"Princess Clarion? Are you in there?" Rhia asked, knocking on the door. Clarion flinched out of suprise.
"Yes. Please excuse me for the time being." Clarion called back.
"Of course, Princess Clarion. Rhia, I need you to help me over here!" Lisel yelled from inside another room. Rhia let out a growl while Clarion supressed smirking.


The lock turned on the door and Clarion emerged from the bathroom wearing a thin robe. She fluttered over to her bed to find one of her helper fairies had layed out a dress ready for her. It was made of rose petals and painted a shade of dark pink. Clarion slipped on the dress and admired herself in the mirror. Cinda flittered into the room and smiled warmly at the princess.
"Good morning, Princess Clarion. We anticipate some new arrivals today." she informed Clarion.
"What would you like me to do?" Clarion asked. Cinda thought for a moment.
"Perhaps you could help the new arrivals find their talent." she suggested. "Would you like me to do your hair, princess?"
"If you could be so kind." The princess smiled. She sat down at her dressing table and Cinda gathered hairbands and brushes. She brushed Clarion's hair carefully before tying it into a neat bun, similar to the day before.
"Thank you, Cinda." Clarion smiled as she got up and glanced around the room for her tiara, but it was not in sight. "Cinda, dear, where would my tiara be?"
"Princess Clarion, you didn't return with it yesterday evening. I presumed you never wore it." Cinda replied, her tone unsteady.
"Oh no..." Clarion muttered "The edge of spring..."


She flew through spring as fast as she could, using her fast-flying abilities. Clarion had learnt that she had all the warm fairy talents in Pixie Hollow. Fairies stared as their princess rapidly flew by, leaving a trail of dust behind her. Clarion shortly arrived at the border of spring. She tried to slow her wings but instead lost her balance and fell to the floor, landing in a patch of freshly cut grass and newly bloomed flowers. Clarion scrambled to her feet when she saw something sparkle in the sun, behind a tree, on a bed of soft grass. Her tiara.
"Thank goodness!" Clarion sighed as she picked the tiara up and carefully placed it on her head. It was then she noticed a pair of eyes watching her.


Cliff-hanger! Woooo! Who is it? The Minister of Spring? The Minister of Winter? Milori? Fairy Mary? A new fairy? I'll let you ponder for now!