The small group stood by the Pixie Dust Tree. The eldest of the group stepped forth. "We, the few fairies and sparrowmen in exsistence," he began "Are here to choose our leader." The sparrowman chanted some words and the Pixie Dust started to rise out of it's pit and swirled around the room. Then it focused on one fairy and swirled around her. "Clare?" asked Mary. Then all the dust burst around Clarion. "The tree has chosen." whispered a boy. Clare looked about herself in astonishment. Her iris dress was dotted with sparkly Pixie Dust that looked as dewdrops. She went to stroke her long hair, which had been pinned back with an amazing crown. She then fluttered her new pair of glorious wings. The eldest sparrowman bowed "Welcome, Queen Clarion."
"Milo?" asked Dewey. "I-I mean Lord Milori..." he stammered. Milori was as in just as much shock. First he was simple Milo, and now he had a strong pair of wings and a new frost-covered tunic with hints of snowflakes. Now, he was Lord Milori.