Chương 13: The Ministers Of The Seasons
A/N: I live!
Now let's do this thing!
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After a while the rest of the fairies began to discuss them, Sargon released them from his hold, even if they were no longer cuddling him they still stuck close to him and began to chat, completely ignoring the surrounding fairies as if they didn't exist anymore.
More and more fairies began to arrive, all from all sorts of talents. Though he didn't see any fire talent fairies though, he knew that there was one in the books, but at the current look of things it will be a while before she can get here, perhaps.
As he was thinking this among many things he felt Clarion arrive, she and her ministers were on their way toward this place, and soon enough murmurs from the surrounding fairies informed them that the queen had come as they saw a few glowing balls of light that danced in the air before gathering and soon a little burst of light to reveal Clarion.
She hovered on the platform in her long golden dress made of pixie dust. Looking as beautiful and radiant as always, with golden hair in a bun, blue clear eye, and a warm smile.
She had a motherly vibe about her and not a regal one that one would expect her to have. She looked around at her fairies and began to speak gently as they all fell silent.
"My dear fairies, there was an incident last night that many of you might not be aware of." She paused as what she said sunk into many before she immediately continued.
"But fear not as no one was hurt, instead we received an unexpected visitor from far away into our home. The ministers and I spoke and we have decided to have an Arrival Ceremony held for him as an official welcome." She finished but was she said was akin to dropping a bomb that created waves among the many seated fairy folks as a few smart ones were able to look in the direction of the new sparrowman amongst, at Sargon.
As commonly known, the Never Fairies were born of the first laughter of a child and that laughter travels to Neverland where it is transformed into a fairy or sparrowman with a sprinkle of pixie dust. This was only half of the Arrival Day.
The next part was talent picking. Some fairies already know their talents by speaking their names which indicates their talents, others take time and often are named after they have found their talents, like in the case of Tinker Bell.
Talents of a fairy are known when the representatives of various talents place floating and glowing symbols or elementals of their talents on mushrooms that form a ring and have the fairy or sparrowman select one.
There are two ways in how this goes; the item or element dims and drops meaning that it is not the element, or it shines brighter to show that it is the talent of the fairy.
Now, normally all of this would happen at once, but for Sargon it was different. Clarion wouldn't have bothered to do this if he had not gone through the whole blue dust fiasco, but since he did it meant that he was one of them, maybe.
But she had to try and see, as such even before the sun had risen she had called her helpers and asked them to summon her ministers to talk to them about the new fairy in their mists and how to deal with his presence.
They had all agreed that it would be best to make an observation first before seeing what they can do, and they agreed with her idea of having him go through the talent-picking test when she had explained her reasons that may or may not have been one of the many reasons she was up and restless all night.
"Now, I would kindly like you all to welcome him." She quickly cleared her thoughts and looked at him in the eyes asking him to come forth.
Sargon could see the conflict in her heart. Last night he picked it up too when he returned from his stroll, he had merely taken a small peek around Pixie Hollow and felt her a little distracted.
'I will talk with her later.' Sargon thought, then he heard him calling him next to her. With a raised brow he lightly tapped the fairies to let them release him, which they did reluctantly.
With a swift motion, he was beside Clarion while ignoring the gasps of awe at his speed, few of the fairies like Vidia had predatory looks, especially when she remembered their contest.
Sargon looked her in the face, she was a little taken aback at this display as she backed away slowly with a calm look, while she kept her heart and breathing under control, of course, this went unnoticed by everyone besides our protagonist.
Sargon didn't want to think of this much, but instead took the time to get a proper look at the ministers of each of the four seasons here at Pixie Hollow.
He gave a small nod of his head slightly as an acknowledgment of their presence and status, he respected them for the work they had done, without these guys the seasons would be in chaos, as was the reason for his respect for them, but that was it.
Starting from the frigid yet intrigued aura he felt, he turned toward it and saw the Minister of Winter, a fairy, she had white hair like every other winter talent fairy except that she had a crown made of ice. She was slender with a long white dress that had patterns of snowflakes as if it was made from them. She had icy blue hair with a stern expression, he remembers her being a no-nonsense fairy, but now he could tell a light of curiosity in her eyes.
From what he could guess, she was in charge of preparations for winter on the Mainland. Funny thing was that she was a winter-talent fairy, yet here she was in the warm-season area.
Sargon had theories about this, with the first being that it was perhaps a perk given to Ministers, but he dismissed that as he remembered Milori's fate.
Yet this also made sense, as Milori broke his wings before becoming a Minister or specifically a Lord, as Clarion said they were both young. After all, Clarion was not born queen, she merely succeeded the throne, meaning that there was a Minister before Milori.
'Another mystery to look at.' Pondered Sargon as he turned to look at the rest of the ministers next to her. Who had a contradictory aura, wild and vibrant, yet collected and stoic;
The Minister of Spring was a sparrowman of white skin, brown hair that reached just above his shoulders, and green eyes with clothes made from colorful violets, He too had a crown, but the one he had was made of leaves.
He had a small smile on his face as he saw Sargon gazing at him, as he too was analyzing this strange new sparrowman that he heard fell from the stars.
Next was the Minister whose hair reminded him of a young Hermione, with lime green eyes that shone with wonder as her red lips stretched with a kind smile as she mouthed a hello. She had light tan skin, almost peachy with freckles and a blush on her cheeks.
She had what seemed like a tiara made of tiny pink flowers thought that might have been what was holding up her wild and unruly hair, and she was a little round, with a huge pink dress with a pink flower covering it whole, she gave off the air like those aunties that loved to spoil their nephews and nieces with chocolate and cookies, a lot.
And last but not least was the Minister who was in charge of the season he crashed into and slept for the night, the Minster of Autumn.
He appeared to be almost plain, with brown hair and eyes, though his hair was covered by his hat made of golden leaves, the same for his clothes. He seemed like a steady sparrowman, as expected of one in charge of the Autumn preparations.
In fact, all of them had some sort of demeanor that was more or less the same as their seasons, yet one can't also dismiss the fact that each of them took their jobs very seriously. Especially Spring's Minister, though it was a wild season, the Minister had to be strict as well as meticulous with everything.
Now with that part done it was time to introduce himself to the eager fairy folk that looked as if they were on the edges of their seats.
Turning around to face them all, Sargon greeted them all for the first time.
"Good morning fairies of Pixie Hollow, my name is Sargon. A pleasure to meet you all."
He then looked up with a smile.
"As well as you too hidden guests, now how about you stop hiding and show yourself, don't be shy~"
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