This chapter is dedicated for Effie Janeway, my friend. Happy birthday, Marketa.

Yet sun had not graced the day with its presence, but due to the call of her highness, newly arrived fairies had gathered to the center of pixie dust tree and whispering among each other, as subtle morning breeze swayed passed the branches and the wings of them.

Slowly as first rays of the sun perked behind the mountains of Neverland, three orbs of pixie dust collided, and with a flash of bright light, the silhouette of the queen formed. And, with another bright light, she was in her full glory, with her wings glittering bright gold, and the never crystal perched atop her crown glistening in the first rays of sun. She wore a long spun golden yellow robe, which concealed most of her curves and her growing stomach; spider silk gloves covered her slender fingers and wrists. Fairies grew silent at her presence. Her grace, poise and authority of her body language were too much to ignore.

Six guards appeared behind her and positioned themselves around the center, as queen acknowledged them with a nod and a smile, turned to address the gathering.

"Fairies and sparrow men, today I have summoned you to inform that I have found the talent guild that you all belong in" she paused for a moment to let the news sink in. Exited whispers and chatters came from the audience, but with queen raising her hand, all fell silent once again.

"Your talent is…" she paused not knowing how to continue. "To protect pixie hollow, from the threat it had currently faced on, a war has come to its doorstep."

"Are we guards, you're highness?" one sparrow man questioned.

"No, Mars, you all are soldiers of army of pixie hollow," answered the queen. "You will be the protectors along with guards and I will train you myself" with the nod of the queen, Hem, a sewing talent fairy came forward. "She will discuss with you about making a suitable armor. Your guild residence will be among the roots of the pixie dust tree and soon, tinkers will build your houses there. Tomorrow morning, training will be held at the border" with that queen left to address the overseers of guilds and ministers about the protection of pixie hollow.

As evening came, queen was exhausted. She gently rubbed her stomach, while returning to ice palace. Melda, who was at a respectful distance, came to open the doors for her while Clarion doubled with an immense pain in her stomach.

"Lord Milori, help, the queen" Melda screamed.

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I have exams so I don't have time to write, thses days. But I promise I will update/ write stories ASAP.

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