"Now!" She said suddenly. "You must complete two tasks. If you can do this, then,and only then, will you be free to marry that which is most precious to me. The second task I'll give to you first. It will be a difficult, and even dangerous task." "You wish me to seek out the Black Prince and have him return your daughter's sight." The Zwoggle said calmly. "Yes. You are wise Billy Donald Zwoggle The 18th. You must find him. Find him and convince him to give back that which he has taken from her. Even though you have freed her heart, she is still trapped by the darkness that surrounds her. For a Love Fairy has to see those whom she is to bless." The Great Fairy Queen then smiled. "And of course it would not do her any good to be flying into things. Things like lamp posts on flying islands." "Now as to the first task. Well, the first task you can do now." She whispered to him. "I wish to experience one of your hugs. For I have heard many wonderful things about them. It was your first hug that gave marvelous little Gala the Fairy Of Joy her name and purpose. It was one of your hugs that removed the bonds from beautiful Leena's heart. So these things must be very powerful indeed." So as she held him to her, Billy Donald Zwoggle The 18th embraced her as he had her daughter: with all the love in his mighty heart. And the Great Fairy Queen, who was once the Love Fairy, wept at the joy and love in that hug. Long had it been since she had felt such a thing. "Ah, how I envy my daughter. You have almost as much love in you as she. How I wish to experience such a thing again. But rare is the Fairy who has a second mate. And my first lived for too short a time, for he was a Human. And their lives are but a blink of an eye compared to ours little Billy Donald Zwoggle The 18th. But I do not regret it. For his love was strong, and he gave me the one who has meant everything to me." "Now, I shall transport you to the airship port at the edge of the Great Zwoggle Island. But I must warn you, it will break your heart, what has been done to it. The last time I was there eighty five years ago, there was nothing alive there. No grass, nor were there any trees. No insects or birds. Every building was gone. There was nothing but the ugly little fortress that Prince Miles, also known as the Black Prince, built on the site of the royal palace. So go." "But how will I return?" He asked. "When you feel your task is complete, you shall return here. Now farewell, and good luck to you. For when we meet next, I will have resumed my normal size."