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"Thank you. Would you please introduce me to her?" asked Zafire, and looked down "Isn't it funny that being the one and only fairy of the stars, I not an expert about them? even when I lived in an ever-night planet were I could always gaze at them, I never thought it was ever going to be useful to know them deeply. Well, until the day I met Polaris. I was looking at the sky when I noticed him twinkling in a pattern, and I discovered I could decode it. I was fourteen, I had no enchantix, and I had four power stars. I remember Oliver saying once,' hey stop staring at that star, is as if you were in love with it.' That was pretty embarassing, but I guess he was right."

Brandon, who had fallen asleep in Stella's dorm room finally woke up. The battle he had endured with Valtor was tiring. He hadn't even recalled falling asleep. He sat on the edge of Stella's bed and rubbed his tired eyes. He yawned loudly and stretched. He looked around for Stella, but could not see her. He then went to her vanity mirror, took out his own personal comb and began to fix his hair. He then looked at his uniform and thought, "I don't even know if Stella likes this outfit I wear day after day. I sure could go for a new one though."

Sneaking around Alfea, he went to find old smelly garments that would first be sewn together into a brand new fashion and then washed for it would reek. He would also do this in the sewing room, if he could find it.

Zafire got into her enchantix and looked at her dress. Two of the five ends were star-less, just as she knew. "Well, I'll start training today." she said "I'll have to reduce the hours I sleep. I'll fly to Alfea's ceiling to start. Would you come with me?"

Brandon had just finished sewing the outfit and looked at it. "Not bad," he said to no one in particular, "but... it could use a little bit more flair to it."

Hours had gone by while Brandon was in the sewing room. When he was finally done with his outfit making, it did look like it would be "Stella worthy".

(If I find a picture I will post it. But, for now, imagine an outfit that would be different from his usual outfit that would be "Stella worthy")

He then got the smell out of the clothes by hand and then changed into them. A few first years whistled, and another few first years giggled. Brandon then went back to Stella's room hoping that she had returned to it.

He suddenly felt like dancing he was sooo happy.

Iori, thinking that he was never going to get Akane, he ran off and found a nearby stump. He then sat on it and began to weep.

Riven, who saw what happened said, "Nice going airhead! Maybe your husband should have died by my hand considering how rude you were to Iori! If you were listening, Iori had told you that he couldn't help kissing you. He couldn't hold back even though he wanted to. Don't you get it?! Iori wants to spend the rest of his life with you and you are tossing him aside like a used tissue! Don't you think Iori would have resisted if he could? I know for a fact that he wouldn't have kissed you as soon as he did if he would have been able to resist. If it were me kissing you, then that would be a different story. For one, I am in love with Musa, and two, if it was me kissing you like that, due to my experience and age, then you'd have a right to slap me. You go breaking Iori's heart and I am sure Kai will figure out someway to kill you. It was probably Kai's spirit bringing you Iori. Think!"

Musa had been walking back to Alfea when she witnessed Riven's talk to Akane. Musa came up to stand in front of Akane. She looked to Riven. Anger could be seen on her face. "Riven how dare you. She just had her husband die right in front of her beore their lives together had even began. Now she has someone kiss her. She had every right to teact like she did."

Riven was shocked that Musa had heard that. He said, "Babe, I need your advice then. You see, Iori is a first year in Red Fountain, but he cannot keep his eyes off of Akane. He didn't want to seem pushy, although he was when he kissed her. He knows that Kai had died, it was on the front page of the newspaper this morning, but Iori doesn't know how to handle the situation, what should he have done? Maybe you could go talk with him? He'll need a woman's advice on how to deal with women. Please, sweetie?"