A/N: Okay so I just saw the new Tinkerbell movie, Secret of the Wings. IT WAS THE BEST ONE YET! What mainly made it so awesome was that there was kissing! Queen Clarion and the Lord Milori KISSED! It was so awesome! So I am now officially hooked on this shipping and am going to write a story that mainly follows their relationship as described in the movie.

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"Long ago, when Pixie Hollow was very young, two fairies met and fell in love. One of them was a winter fairy and the other was from the warm seasons..."


Clarion fluttered over to the edge of the Autumn Forest and peeked out behind a tree, it was sunset and she escaped her royal tutors for the day leaving her to be free with her own adventures. She had decided on visiting the border as it had always captured her interest what with the snow falling on one side and the sun shining on the other. And it gave her a strange feeling she couldn't quite place, joy somehow.

Clarion stepped out of the cover in the trees and slowly walked over to the log, looking about her. Deciding it was safe; she ran the rest of the way to the log and jumped up it landing gracefully on the wood. The air here was unnatural – semi-warm and semi-cold. Clarion immediately loved it.

Reaching out a hand, she let her fingers cross the border into the Winter Woods. A snowflake fell onto her outstretched hand making her smile despite the cold. She dared not enter fully into the Woods for fear of breaking her wings, so she stayed right where she was content with just putting her hand over the border into winter to feel the snow fall. The feeling was glorious; in fact everything was until she saw a fairy flying towards her.

Only then did Clarion pull her hand out of winter.


Milori flew over to a tree branch and landed on it powerfully but silently, making some snow fall down to the ground below. He had been hoping to come to the border today to explore it, until he saw another fairy had beat him to it – one from the Warm Seasons. Intrigued, Milori watched the fairy for a while as her hand crossed the border and smiled. The smile was genuine, warm, friendly, and touched her eyes. Milori found himself enchanted with it.

Flying off the branch, he headed to the border to say hello to the fairy when he saw the she withdrew her hand and her smile disappeared as he drew nearer. Milori slowed as he flew to the log and stopped when he landed on it; and by this time he could distinguish that the fairy was wearing a dress that stopped at the thigh made up of white lily petals. Her hair was pulled into a bun on top of her hair and she had she had bright blue eyes.

"Hello," he began.

"Hello," she echoed in a clear as crystal voice.

"What are you doing at the border?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"What's your name?" Milori asked as he tried a different approach.

"Clarion. What's yours?" Clarion asked him.

"Milori." He answered back.

"You have an accent," Clarion observed.

Milori tried to fight down the blush that wanted to creep up his cheeks; so instead, he looked down at the snow trying to regain his composure. Once regained after a moment of silence, he simply answered, "So do you."

Clarion laughed, and the sound was pure. "I guess we all do. Come sit with me," she added, "and tell me why you're at the border."

Milori sat in the snow on the side of winter and Clarion sat on the bark on the side of spring. Milori looked at her and saw that she was watching him and waiting for an answer. He sighed.

"So why are you at the border?" Clarion asked again.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said putting her words against her.

"That's not fair!"

"Of course it is. You said the same thing when I asked the same question. So it's only fair that I can say what you said when asked the same question."

"That makes no sense!" Clarion objected.

"It makes all the sense if you want to open your mind to it," Milori countered.

Clarion sighed in defeat and looked at the river while Milori traced patterns in the snow. Moments passed in silence that were oddly comfortable until Clarion asked, "What is your talent?"

Milori stopped tracing patterns and looked up at her and found that her eyes were curious. "I'm a Frost Fairy, I frost things." He purposely left out the part that he had been chosen to rule over the Winter Woods when the time came.

"That sounds fun."

"It is. So what is your talent?" Milori asked.

"My talent?" Clarion echoed the question.

"Yes, your talent."

Clarion racked her brain for an excuse to not tell him that she was going to be the Queen of Pixie Hollow someday. She wanted to lie and say she was something else but knew that would do no good. He would find out one way or another when the time arose. So she said, "I'd rather not say…"

Milori looked taken aback and asked, "Why?"

Clarion looked over at him and said, "Because I don't want to."

"Are you ashamed of it?" Milori accused.

"No."

"Then why won't you tell me? I told you mine!"

"Because yours is normal and mine's not. That's why." Clarion retorted.

"Oh." The Frost Fairy let it drop.

They relapsed into another moment of silence – this time awkward – until Milori asked, "What it like over on the warm side?"

"It's warm," Clarion allowed herself to smile at her joke.

Milori smiled and rolled his eyes. "Obviously," he stated.

"And there are three seasons: Summer, autumn, and spring. Each one is different than the other. In autumn, the leaves fall and the trees are painted with different colors. In spring, blossoms bloom and everything is green, and the water flows smoothly…"

"And summer?" Milori asked.

Clarion smiled, "In summer, it's hot and the light shines stronger. They're fireflies and butterflies –"

"Are fireflies the bugs that light up?"

"W-why yes! How'd you know?" Clarion asked startled.

"My friend Dewey has a book of bugs that he wrote himself. He likes to call himself the Keeper of Fairy Knowledge - or just the Keeper." Milori explained.

"I think I've seen his name in the library before."

"You probably have."

Clarion looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting dark. She looked at Milori who also noticed the growing darkness and had already stood up. He offered her his hand which she grabbed and he hauled her up. Once upright, she smiled at him and said, "Thank you. I had fun talking to you Milori, but I have to leave now."

"What a shame, but I guess all things have to come to an end." Milori said a little sad.

Clarion smiled wistfully, "Yes I guess they have to. Well, good-bye."

"Good-bye Clarion." He said while watching her fly away.

Suddenly Milori had an idea. "Wait, Clarion!" he called to her retreating form.

Clarion turned, smiling and called, "Yes?"

"Do you want to, maybe, meet here tomorrow at sunset?"

Clarion flew quickly back to the middle of the log and grabbed Milori's hand, looked into his eyes, smiling, and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

"So you're coming then?" Milori asked Clarion while trying to think.

"Of course!" She let go of his hand and took a step back from the border, blushing, and called, "See you tomorrow!" before flying off back to the Pixie Tree marveling at how easy it was to talk to him.


Milori stood watching her go and allowed himself to smile. He could still feel where Clarion's warm hand had grasped his and how easily they talked to each other. Well, he thought. There's one thing to look forward to tomorrow.