Warnings: I have not read the books, but I have access to Wikipedia – so I have names such as Ginger but only a quick explanation of her character and talent. I saw the first movie – that's what has happened and it's AU after that. Adventure-talent is an actually an established talent-kin and will be used as such. I take liberties with the fairies pasts and incorporate my own version of Pixie Hollow within the rules of Never Land. A little bit of violence. Made-up fairy swears. Reused plot devices that work their way in there before I realized I had done it. Questionable morals. An abundance of Vidia, and me writing the wrong story. Expansions on talents that don't exist. Vidia has actually been a hero in the past. My ever present and 'famous' use of my own original characters. New: Queen Clarion and Queen Ree are the same person, another fact I stole off Wikipedia, sorry for any confusion it caused.
Summary: Vidia uses the shadow in the library to her advantage, but once Tinkerbell finds it she lets it believe that it has hopes, and starts the cogs going for an ending that might mean the end of everything she has known.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Disney and – well, I'm actually not entirely sure who wrote the actual series it's based off.
Chapter Twelve
What Part of the Ship is Seen at the Horizon?
They hadn't found her. Tinkerbell sighed in relief at the news and had been scolded by Fairy Mary for doing so, but the tinker couldn't bring herself to really care.
Tinkerbell wondered if she'd always be like this, living day to day just worrying that someone who had almost killed her queen was going to be captured. But… Teardrop had tried this trick already, the one where she made herself out to be the greatest villain where she looked people in the eye and said that, if she'd have the power, there were fairies she'd kill. Still, Tinkerbell couldn't see much harm in it, the only person Teardrop threatened was already gone, and really there wasn't much that Teardrop could do about fairies that contradicted her.
So she ignored Fairy Mary who spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to explain that Teardrop was the sort of person who had proved that she could pull it off and that was what made her dangerous. After irritating the teacher-talent by basically ignoring her, Fairy Mary assigned Tinkerbell to a series of tasks that most fairies dreaded getting, which meant Tinkerbell was told to make the same rainbow catcher over and over again to supply the next shipment. Most tinkers hated the repetition, they knew that mindless tasks were most of their work, and there were a few that liked having the mindless tasks, but most wanted to invent to try out new things, to fix things that seemed past the dying points.
Tinkerbell couldn't care at the moment. She wasn't changing her opinion, whatever it was, not for nothing. Plus, the mindless task would give her time to think; time to state her beliefs, time to find a reason, perhaps, not to worry. Not to worry that everyday gone by was a step closer to them tracking down and killing her friend. Maybe even, a way just to not care. To somehow not have to pick sides between her queen and the librarian. Because whoever won this game of hide-and-seek, in the end they would both lose.
"Um, Tinkerbell," the tinker stopped rolling the leaf and glanced up at Bobble who smiled nervously at her and swept his hand to draw Tinkerbell's attention to the catchers she'd been working on. "That's more than enough."
Tinkerbell looked down. It seemed she'd gone a little overboard when she'd been making them. She turned away, hoping the others would get the message, she was done, she didn't want to be disturbed.
A slim hand gripped her shoulder lightly and Tinkerbell mostly out of shock to see Bobble standing there. She would have expected Clank; he was the one usually dense enough not to get it.
"Sometimes it's easier to forget," said Bobble and then smiled and left. Tinkerbell watched him leave. What in Pirates Cove did that mean?
Tinkerbell fumed silently. She knew that Bobble was looking down on her in some way, patronizing her in some fashion, she just didn't… it didn't make sense.
Tinkerbell flew to a small ridge in the grass and shoved herself into a little patch hidden from everything, and yet had the ability to see everything. Bobble had been so distraught yesterday. Choked up and angry about Teardrop's predicament, and now he was back to work like it had never happened. He was acting like the girl he'd made stupid but cute tools for wasn't in trouble, like she hadn't even existed…
Maybe that's what he'd meant by just forget. Maybe that's how he had dealt with it before and now that she was in trouble again was going to deal with it again. Tinkerbell frowned. That seemed heartless to her. To just push something out of the way because it was inconvenient. Wasn't it better to use situation like this as a learning experience, though the whole thing seemed unfair.
"Tinkerbell," said fairy looked up at Fawn who was sending her a false smile. Tinkerbell looked at the animal-talent full on, wondering at the sudden jolt that the other had just had in finding her.
"Fawn, what are you doing here?" asked Tinkerbell, she really had thought this was the perfect hiding place.
"Well I was… oh fiddle sticks," said Fawn looking all around her. Tinkerbell flew out of her hiding place and gave the area the same once over.
"What are we looking for?" she staged whispered, and Fawn's wings sprang her a couple inches in the sky out of shock before returned her blushing to Tinkerbell's side.
"Nothing," said the animal-talent hurriedly. Tinkerbell didn't believe that for a second. She gave another more thorough look around the space looking for anything that she might have missed before.
That's when the horns sounded and both fairies were immediately on alert. These only sounded during emergencies; at least, that's what Tinkerbell guessed as she caste hidden glances Fawn's way only to see the other standing rigidly waiting for what the blasts would tell them. Two long five short. Regroup with talent-kin.
Tinkerbell turned fast enough to catch Fawn's arm as the other went to follow the order.
"Are you sure it's okay?" asked Tinkerbell confusing the other fairy for a spell before she smiled kindly.
"Calm down Tink," said Fawn with a gentle hand on her own. "If it wasn't safe enough to go back to our homes then there would have been three long calls after."
Tinkerbell nodded worriedly and let go of Fawn who took off to meet her other talent-kin and Tinkerbell went to meet hers. This was worrying. The horns were only sounded in emergencies, a fairy could usually count on one hand for a whole century the amount of time those special horns were blown. They meant trouble and they gave instructions every time they were blown, and they were only used as warnings.
That meant there were no such things as drills. New fairies were told about the events that could happen briefly, told to listen closely and memorize the different blasts and be able to follow instructions. They were not even taught with the sound as someone could hear and misjudge, instead the teacher fairy would crudely demonstrate the sound and then tell all the nervous looking fairies they would know the sound when they heard it.
"Hurry everyone, gather round, oh thank the Queen Tinkerbell, go flutter over to where Bobble and Clank are," Fairy Mary looked to be a nervous wreck trying to organize the nervous gossiping tinker and teacher talents fairies into some sort to workable group force.
Tinkerbell sat besides Bobble, who was biting his lip, and Tinkerbell got a feeling that despite what he had told her earlier he hadn't forgotten Teardrop. He could probably convince himself for a time that he didn't care, that she didn't exist, but she could see the truth, couldn't she? Bobble never really forgot about the friend, the mentor that had brought him to Pixie Hollow. Teardrop deserved her second chance, if she screwed up a second time than she should probably be locked up; Queen Clarion would have to turn over succession, because with the loose of Teardrop her sister would inevitably lose.
"Alright everyone, we need to start getting geared up," said Fairy Mary seriously. There was an extended pause.
"Try starting from the beginning," shouted a fairy from the teaching-talent section.
"Right," said the plump fairy, shaking her head as if to jar her thoughts into the right order. "Pirates have been spotted on the horizon." There was an immediate grumble of gossip. "Hush, we need start to creating preventative measures. In a few hours they'll be on us and we'll need to be ready to attack."
"Can't we send fast flying fairies to send them away?" asked a fairy from the crowd.
"No, there are three ships and though one looks heavily damaged, the fast flying fairies would be useless against them. They are… made differently than the ones built here. They are powered by something unseen instead of sails, made of metal instead of wood. What we need to do is start building some projectiles and weapons to encourage the pirates to move on. The teacher fairies will be splitting up, going to various talents to help instruct them on what to do, and the tinkers will start building. I will be dividing you into these groups, these groups will be your squadron, you will stay with them for the entire time. With luck they will change their direction toward Pirates Cove, or they will leave as soon as they realize we have nothing of worth and are serious in protecting our land," said Fairy Mary.
"How do we know they're hostile?" asked Tinkerbell. Fairy Mary pursed her lips as if to say 'not this again.'
"They're pirates, no matter what form they take on they will be coming with swords drawn, we are simply trying to direct them to their own kind," said Fairy Mary. "We will try to avoid any bloodshed, but this is not a land for anything but fairies."
Tinkerbell blushed and hid a bit behind Bobble. Well, that she could understand, she knew that pirates were a menace, she just didn't think violence would necessary get rid of them… but perhaps would be their only chance or be overrun.
"Alright, teaching-talents hang for a minute as I split up the up the tinker fairies into groups," Fairy Mary started dividing the tinkers and shouting for a teaching-talent once in a while before the group would nod as one and would fly off to do whatever they were assigned. Finally she came their way.
"Alright, Cog, Fiona, you come here too. Scrawl!" Fairy Mary shouted the last name louder over her shoulder and one of the teaching-fairies blinked from her circle of friends and came over to the small group of tinkers. "Scrawl, describe some of the simple weapons we have to Tinkerbell and tell her how they are designed and what they're supposed to do. All of you follow Tinkerbell's lead. Tinkerbell you go down to the shore and start tinkering, you have a few hours to invent some new things." And then as if stress the girl she added. "No pressure, just do your best."
"Alright, let's do this," said Tinkerbell and flew off. Tinkerbell listened with half an ear as Scrawl rattled off a lot of things that could hold ammo, what caught her ear though was the catapults. There was more, but at the moment she had a very selective ear. She could remember the rubber bands, and was already thinking in terms of balance and weight limit.
With effortless ease Tinkerbell began to start ordering her friends to find certain items. She devised two sort of catapults. One that based on the type that was 'big' but she made this huge. She based the measurements on what she'd seen of human height before, so they were much bigger, that and they wouldn't do a roundabout motion, the rubber bands instead would pull the projectile back and let them loose. However, the rocks had ended causing a bit of a problem.
"It's not going far enough Tink," said Bobble with desperate eyes. Not that they all weren't starting to panic with the ships now visible to the eye they were so close, though they were little more than specks.
"This is working great though," said Cog lifting the mini-gun that he had slung over his shoulder. It was filled with stinging thistle (which had been hard and painful to get). It also sent them fast enough to make it a good way into wood, so she was sure it'd do it'd job and more.
"Should we just concentrate on making more of those?" asked Clank, who was happily beginning to make the next 'gun.'
"You guys go ahead and start, I'm going to try and figure this out," said waving her hand distractedly. "Now, what could make this thing work?"
"Ow, Fiona careful, what just burned me?" asked Bobble who was looking down on his arm.
"I don't know," said the girl with a slight wheeze to her voice. "I was just trying to hold the magnifying glass out of the way."
"You have to be careful with that," scolded Tinkerbell. "The light will concentrate and… Bobble!"
"Yes!" said the fairy straightening alarmingly fast under Tinkerbell's firm gaze. The tinker fairy rolled her eyes.
"Go with Clank," Clank pouted up from his weapon. "And put together a ball of twigs about half the weight of the rocks and add leaves and easily burnable material to the outside. Cog and Fiona go find some strips of metal, a flat rock, something flat."
"Perhaps something of the same material that would be attached to the rubberband," said Scrawl and then smirked when Tinkerbell looked at her in surprise. "Unless you want the rubber to melt?"
"No, good thinking, go ahead you two," said Tinkerbell nodding her head at the two who glanced between the inventor and the teacher before flying to carry out their assignment.
"I didn't know you were this good at your job," said Scrawl as they waited. Well, Scrawl was waiting, her back pressed against the catapult. Tinkerbell had taken up finishing up the gun that Clank had started, not willing to waste any time preparing for the incoming pirates.
"Yes well, I had to make quite a few mistakes to get here," said Tinkerbell with a small smile, hoping to make the atmosphere – less tense.
"So I heard," said Scrawl and Tinkerbell spared her a glance before returning to her work. "Like that association with the monster."
"Monster? Who, Vidia?" asked Tinkerbell.
"No, Vidia's cruel and vindictive, but she has saved our skins when we needed her," the fairy chuckled. "No I meant little librarian of yours."
"I met Teary after the spring," snapped Tinkerbell turning so her back was facing the teaching fairy. She heard the other snort.
"Well yes, but I heard you read those black magic books of hers. You must have learned quite a bit from them," said Scrawl and Tinkerbell grit her teeth to stop the snapped answer she wanted to use.
"They aren't on black magic, and while yes, that's what is used for ink it doesn't exactly describe what it is since it was originally called tar," said Tinkerbell with a forced monotone voice.
"I know," said Scrawl and then smiled at Tinkerbell's angry disbelieving glare. "I'm a teaching-talent, if you haven't forgotten. One of the ones that can read I might add. I know what is used as ink. I also have seen Teardrop, used to wait by the door just trying to catch a glimpse of her."
Tinkerbell's head whipped around. Why was Scrawl referring to Teardrop as a monster if she was the fairy that fed Teardrop the food that kept her fed? Maybe it was to get her attention.
"Why are you calling her monster?" asked Tinkerbell.
"Because that's what she is, isn't it?" asked Scrawl with a small flourish of her hand. "I mean, I wasn't around when it happened, but do you know that all the books have been hidden away. Teardrop got so sick of me asking for them and not getting the message and left me a note that said all books on that subject were banned, at least for the time being, she suggested I try again after her death. Somehow I think that the story we got yesterday was a watered down version of what happened."
"What does it matter? Teary's a good fairy, you have to have thought so too since you gave her those baskets of food," said Tinkerbell turning a little red.
"Baskets of food?" asked Scrawl. Tinkerbell turned to see the teacher-talent looking lost. "I never left her food. I noticed she gets skinny around the change of seasons, but I wouldn't give her food, always interested if she'd ever do anything about it."
"But if you didn't…" said Tinkerbell and bit her lip. Scrawl smiled with humor.
"I wonder--" said Scrawl and then smirked at Tinkerbell. "You know, I did see her leave three times. She has this latch that comes out of her archives. Only caught her three times, well, not really caught, I never let her know of my presence. I was never able to follow her very far either, suspicious little thing, isn't she? But the first two times was around the draught, the third was the day before Vidia brought our attention to the reason why the flowers kept getting sick and dying. Odd thing, was that I was able to follow her long enough to see that she was at least heading in the general direction of Vidia's flat."
"But, that's impossible," said Tinkerbell. "They yell and…"
"Why does Vidia keep coming back to the library? Certainly not to read. Does she even know how to?" asked Scrawl and then shrugged. "Don't look so devastated, as I said, the time she disappears is the same time something bad is going on in Pixie Hollow, and she's not creating the problem, but going to someone who can help fix it, and probably doesn't drive her up a wall with all the sentimentality."
"Are – are you going to tell anyone?" asked Tinkerbell. Scrawl looked at the tinker in surprise.
"About where I think the monsters little hiding place is?" asked Scrawl and then laughed. "No, no, as I said, I'm interested in what she does, and after the contradiction she makes of herself. I'm much interested in watching it happen not interfering."
"Aren't you interfering by telling me?" asked Tinkerbell.
"You're her friend, aren't you?" asked Scrawl with a small flick of her hand. "I'm not stupid, these pirates aren't going to be pushovers, and Teardrop's got quite a bit of punch in her. Hopefully she won't stay hidden away if she knows she has friends in trouble."
"What are you..?" but before Tinkerbell could ask Bobble showed up with the ball of wood. They immediately started to put the new idea forward, trying to encourage Clank to stay away from the new gun and soon agreed to send him to ask for help. It wasn't long before they had a good mount of guns made, had perfected the catapult. It took a while to figure out the fire part, but soon they had round flaming ball of fire flying into the ocean and working on making five more.
By that time they were finishing the rest of them the rest of the talents were showing up. They could see the ships clearly now and a few fairies had come from that direction flying hurriedly with worried faces toward the queen. The talents had started to line the beach, the fairies all waiting with anxious impatience for the ships to show up.
Tinkerbell could feel herself shake slightly as she looked on the scene. The ships were coming closer and it seemed that a fight was inevitable.
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Queen Clarion looked on the scene with a sigh that made her entire body shake. She hated feeling empty; there were times she wanted to be able to cry as easily as Teardrop. Stress had been building ever since the fight with the hardened sister and she it messed with her head and ability to smile.
Now she watched as the ships started to come in and both sides proved that they were in it for a fight. A few adventure fairies she'd sent to the ships had told her that the pirates were intent on their Hollow; they had somehow found an odd sort of 'energy' coming from their Home Tree. So they had to fight, had to protect their magic and way of life.
She watched the fire take to the sides and gripped hard to the side of the where she was situated and leaned back, calling light to her and throwing it hard against the sailors eyes. The other seasons quickly tried to stop her; she only allowed it for the time. The world may need them to continue on, but she lived for her people – her fairies, she thought she had been doing just that by protecting them from her sister. Of course, Teary had been right, again.
There were many things she did not agree with her sister. Such as the way she tried to get rid of Queen Bright. It wasn't like Clarion was blind to the things that Queen Bright had done wrong. Clarion had inherited those problems when she became queen, and she had seen them immediately, and taken steps to ratify the situation. She had to completely restructure the light fairies and take away some of their privileges, and had to do it in away that wouldn't leave her with a lot of complaining. Other talents she had to give meaning back into. Make it so that baking-talents weren't sparing time on useless chores that built resentment and basically reestablish the adventure fairies who had been shoved into odd jobs since Queen Bright had seen their talents as frivolous. There had been others, but those were the worst offenders.
Clarion had remembered times when she had been tempted to follow Queen Bright's ways a few times after seeing Teary. It wasn't really smart or logical, especially since she had been trying to deny the fact that Teary still retained possession of her talents, but she had seen it in Teary's eyes that her sister knew that Queen Clarion was working on improving Pixie Hollow. Queen Clarion was sure her sister didn't care, no, Teary cared, but not for the fairies as individuals but them as a whole. Teary didn't see many fairies as actual things worthy to be saved; she saw them as tools made for a design. Clarion knew that there were some fairies that her sister was fond of, but she also knew that if she thought them a threat to their way of life she wouldn't pause to be rid of them.
That thought alone brought an uncomfortable wave of guilt through her. She cared for them, every one of them, and she had felt a level of contempt for Queen Bright when she discovered how deep her prejudices, and Teary had known her sister also, she knew when Ree had been relieved that Queen Bright was no longer around, it's when she'd told Teary she wasn't so heartless as to try and kill the queen and the only way she'd forgive her sister is when Teary would say she regretted trying to overthrow Queen Bright.
"Queen Clarion," a hard body hit the queen, bowling the queen over the outcrop she was standing on. After a second of disorientation she looked down on the body on her.
"Thank you Rosy," said the Queen and the young fairy on top of her smiled worriedly. The two fairies looked back on the outcrop they had been standing on; now up in flames a few water fairies trying desperately trying to put it out.
"We need to go back to the action," said Clarion standing up.
"Are you sure?" asked Rosy. "You seem… distracted, distant."
"I have to protect my people, and I'll just have to expel it. They need me, this is no time to let myself be overcome by all that's going on," said Queen Clarion, with a lot more strength then she was feeling.
"Perhaps we should take you to the Home Tree, we can't afford to lose you Queen Clarion," said Liesel,
"And what makes me more important than them? We all play a part in Pixie Hollow and part of my job is to protect my people, I will go and do just that. Whatever is going on must…" she was caught off guard by another explosion. She took to the sky and looked down her people from the sky. The talents were keeping most of the pirates on their ships, though a few small ones were trying desperately to reach the land. Even from where she was floating she could see their faces set to find treasure.
She summoned her light to her and threw it against the nearest two boats and blinding all the men on it, giving the other fairies time to drive them back toward their ships, at least her fairies had the sense not to try and destroy the ships. Then the men would be even more determined to make it onto the land.
Queen Clarion quickly started toward the battle before her helpers or Rosy could stop her. She needed to protect her people, she needed to stop dwelling on past mistakes and move forward.
Her wings beat the winds as she rushed forward, her eyes scanning the wreckage. Healing fairies were trying to gather those hurt into three well protected sections. Clarion looked on it all, her furiously fighting fairies attacking and backing each other. She should have known that something like this was inevitable. There had been more healing fairies coming over the last year, that always spelled trouble, like more dust fairies appearing in Pixie Hollow as dark magic became more and more prominent.
She allowed her power to fly to the various camps set up, hoping that the power given by the dust would keep some from falling into the deep sleep. She knew that there may be a few that couldn't be saved and that helped harden her heart against the invaders.
"Fairies have heart, attack them as one, the seasons are ours to command and we will not let these invaders take our lands our magic, it is ours!" shouted Ree her voice carrying to all the fairies who cheered as one and moved forward in a wave of attack. It wasn't enough; it never seemed to be enough. They were still going to get through; they had the technology and the power. They were fairies; they were beings of creation not of destruction.
She squared her shoulders. This would have to be enough; their magic would have to be strong enough to stop it. What else could they do, and she would help fight until the last fairy had fallen into the deep sleep. They were fairies, creatures that were built for everything, that fate would guarantee they had all they needed to complete their jobs and to keep the peace, to overcome any obstacles… it was a good thing that the Queen paused for that moment, Tinkerbell wasn't that good at stopping from a mad sprint in flying.
"Queen Clarion," said Tinkerbell trying to catch her breath as Ree tried to refined her center. "I have an idea."
"What is it?" asked Ree immediately jumping at the bright fairies idea.
"We can't do anything against them, they'll be on us soon," said Tinkerbell, Clarion agreed and hoped that Tinkerbell had an idea somewhere in this little speech of hers and smiled encouragingly to speed up the process. "I read… beyond Pixie Hollow, there's a tree, or something, but they protect, and while the Indian's are a bit… touchy, I think they'll help us."
"Who child?" asked Ree, completely lost on the explanation and hoping the poor tinker fairiy hadn't lost her mind in all the action.
"The Lost Boys, they enjoy this kind of thing, fighting pirates I mean," said Tinkerbell. Clarion's eyes widened, why hadn't she thought of that? But, she couldn't leave her people, they would need the support until Tinkerbell was able to fly and get help.
"Do you know where they are?" asked Ree, her eyes scanning over and wincing at the remains of the beach.
"Yes, I remember the map exactly; I don't think I'll have problems," said Tinkerbell.
"Maybe Vidia should go with you," said Ree.
"No, I know she's the fastest fairy, but she doesn't know the way in the end that will slow me down," said Tinkerbell. Ree looked into the tinkers eyes and nodded.
"We're all counting on you Tinkerbell," said Ree and kissed the tinker on the forehead. Tinkerbell smiled and flew away, leaving a little in her wake. Ree stared after her for a minute, she'd never seen a fairy besides Vidia fly that fast. Still, it wasn't often that this sort of thing happened to them, and fairies could do extraordinary things under pressure.
Queen Clarion looked at her people and her breath caught. She didn't know if she could actually do this, if they could hold out until the Lost Boys could get there. She needed back up, she needed someone she trusted because as much as she wanted to do well for her people, her own insecurities kept getting in the way of her making appropriate decisions. A gold hand immediately covered her wrist with the dark braid, but she paused.
Did she dare? But then, what was there to worry about? Teardrop was already loose. It was time to see where her sister's loyalties lied, to see if she would save Pixie Hollow or if they would leave them to die. It didn't matter much; either Teardrop would come and help hold them off until Tinkerbell brought the Lost Boys, or they were all as good as asleep.
What Queen Clarion didn't know was that in the midst of the battle a pale hand had grasped onto an amber necklace, just as a certain Fast Flying fairy prayed for her friend to come and save them.
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Teardrop felt it. The threat on Pixie Hollow and the incoming doom. She had tried to warn Ree, she had tried to get the message to her stubborn sister before all this, so maybe losing some of fairies would open her sisters' eyes the way words hadn't. There was just one problem, could Ree win, she seemed -- distracted. So the fairy paced around Vidia's room trying to ignore the slight thoughts that came from Clarion's brain into her own, this had been easier in the past, but now her sister's thoughts seemed to pervade and overwhelm her own mind.
She knew what they had to do… why weren't they going for help? Why hadn't they gone for help the minute that the pirates showed themselves? Ree knew that fairies weren't made for fighting, they might have been able to hold off the pirates for a half-an-hour, but would it be too late for that by the time they went for help? What if they never thought about it?
Teardrop turned on her toes and looked out the window. She could hear the noise and cries created by the battle. Should she just wait here? Just guess that Vidia would be selfish enough to somehow make it through? If she helped, would it really make that much of a difference? Would waiting in Vidia's house really teach her sister anything? Or would it just make the gap between the two sisters worse?
A dull call rang in her head and a dark hand grasped at the gold braid on her wrist. She was being called, her sister was acknowledging her. But would Ree just send her into exile after she helped out? And then an echo sounded. Teary looked down on the other wrist and looked at the dark braid around her left wrist and just felt Vidia's plea. Well, that sucked. She was mad enough at Ree to ignore her call, but she couldn't ignore Vidia.
Teary smiled, no, she didn't have a choice. How many people could take part of her heart and soul? If anyone had asked before she met Vidia she would have said there was room only for her sister. How many other people would become that important to her? How many others would she sacrifice the entirety of Pixie Hollow, put before creating the seasons? It was dangerous enough when she knew that she couldn't sacrifice Clarion and that had landed her in the library being virtually no help at all.
She propped herself on the window sill and sat there looking out at the lush greenery around her. Would today be the last day she would see it? Would her choice mean the end for her and Ree? But if she didn't then Pixie Hollow would be destroyed. Teary smiled sadly, she'd save Vidia at least, made sure that the fast flying fairy had a chance to reach her goal of being the fastest ever. Teary was sure that no matter who was queen Vidia would never stop working toward her goal.
She scanned the battle before her, dropping fast enough to avoid a wild shot by the pirates. She could see the bodies of fairies littering the beach and five ships coming fast. Her sister was blinding the one closest and throwing dust to help heal and 'recharge' fairies, some having an unhealthy gold glow to them. Dust in vast amounts wasn't good for most fairies, highly addictive with debilitating ___. Her sister was a bit of an exception, mostly because like the Home Tree she had become a source for the dust to come through, Teary dreaded the day that her dust ever became tainted with tar.
Teardrops landed in the outcrop, her eyes scanning over the massacre and watching as the pirates slowly but surely beat the fairies back, coming closer to getting to the land, to throwing them all into a deep sleep and taking the magic for their own use, which would lead to disaster.
She heard a small gasp from her sister. She supposed that she was being pretty bold by standing next to her sister, but really, Ree had the best place to see the entire battle. She breathed in, she felt the various talents run through her veins, calling on the ones she actually knew how to use and letting the others follow with vengeance, and let her powers overtake her. She breathed; ignoring the little nagging that soon would become an storm in her mind and make her overtake all Pixie Hollow. Instead she threw it from her and became an outlet, throwing her power into every fairy, increasing their strength and making the air crackle with power.
"It's not enough, it's still not enough," Teary heard one of Ree's helpers say.
"We just have to give them enough support until Tinkerbell can come with the Lost Boys," said Ree seriously. Teardrop found a smile spreading across her lips. Good, her sister had eventually gotten her head back in place and sent for someone who knew what they were doing. "Thank you Teary."
Teardrop spared her sister a quick smirk and returned her attention to sending her power into the fairies. They were finally together, Ree moving her people forward leading them to victory with Teardrop backing them. They would just have to deal with the consequences later.