~|Is Anyone Else Scared Now? ~ 3rd Book of Untitled|~

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sure!
And, ew! I agree. YUCK! And, wait, were do you live? You're having dinner already? O.o I'm not even having lunch yet, and it's 12:4 PM!

[Rebel Faery]

I live in England. It's almost 7 here!
ok, more now!

The party (luckily not on the TV's of millions), lasted all night. I danced and ate and admired the beautiful, twelve-layered wedding cake. I talked to Rayla and Mum and Dad and Indy and Kiya, and Cindy and Night and Micky and Cody.
It was a magical evening- but not until I discovered The Forgotten Fountain, at midnight.
I was worn out, fed up and flushed from the reception, and decided to sneak off alone. I entered a part of the garden that was wild, overgrown and tatty, as if forgotten. I liked this place. It felt... safe. Peaceful. I pushed through the wilderness, ducking huge purple-headed flowers and and stepping over brambles.
I heard the noise of water, and headed towards it.
What I found was an old, crumbling stone fountain. The water coming from it was greeny-yellow and dirty, and the patio around it was cracked up. The centre of the fountain was made of rough stone, the zodiac signs etched onto it. I ran my fingers over them, and smiled, sitting on the edge of the stone fountain.
Then the clock chimed midnight.
I have three names for that fountain; The Forgotten Fountain, The Zodiac Fountain, and The Midnight Fountain.
I like to go there when I'm upset or angry or just plain confused.
Now I realise, J, my life is perfect. And now, sat on the edge of the Zodiac Fountain, almost half a year since I last wrote in here, I know I will not write any more. There are countless pages left, but I wont be the one to fill them.
The point of this Journal, at first, was to write down my life. Then it became a way to cope with my life, my feelings.
But here I am; Queen Lucky I, the luckiest dohg in the world.
And don't you ever forget it.


END OF BOOK 3!

Sorry it's so short! The next book wont be out for a while, so you'll have to wait a bit, but I'm glad you enjoyed Lucky's story.

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okay. More? As in, soon, the fourth book?

[Rebel Faery]

It's the one, the only...
~|Is Anyone Else scared Now|~ Mega Post!


~|Is Anyone Else Scared Now?|~
You could hear a pin drop in the room.
I am stunned. I stand there, and absently notice a beautiful diamond engagement ring in Cody's outstretched paw. After about ten minutes, I start to stutter and talk gibberish.
I- ugh- agah acka- ssss... uh...I- I...
After a while I snap out of it, and grab Cody's empty paw. I need a word with you, I say, and drag him to my bedroom and slam the door shut.
Yes? Cody asks, as if this is normal.
Uh... HELLO?! Have you got a BRAIN?! First you show up at my karate class- yes, I remember that- then you outlaw us and let me have half my memory erased, and THEN you have the GUTS to come here and ask me to marry you? Who do you think you are?
The king.
Oh yeah. Anyway, have you lost your MIND?! Why didn't you just ask me to go out with you instead of doing all this? Why get your cousin to set me up and knock us down when we least expect it?
'Cause it's funner this way. Now, will you marry me, Lucky? I've always had this massive crush on you... And, well, I am the king...
You're crazy. I need a minute to think. But, if I agree, do I have to kiss you?
...Eventually.
I pace the floor, back and forth, my mind whirling. This could mean freedom for me and my friends, this one tiny thing. Well, tiny for them. For me- that's a whole other story.
Well?
I don't know, I say, desperate, All I want is to go home.
Well then, Cody says, Let's go home.
He grabs me and takes me outside to a helicopter. I get in, and, miraculously, Cody lifts us up into the air. We fly for around ten minutes in silence.
You know I'm scared, right? He looks at me, surprised.
Of heights?
No, idiot! You're scaring me, cody. Seriously. Despite the fact that this is one of my better days, I am utterly freaked out and confused.
We land after another ten minutes. I climb out of the helicopter, but only the tiniest gasp passes my lips as I look at my home.
Except, there's nothing.
Just charred rubble, and smoke everywhere The entire city, just gone. Old corpses litter the streets.
What... happened?
The country is at war, Lucky. Cody looks at me. This has been difficult. I need you. Lucky-
Yes?
Will you marry me?
I turn away from the ruined landscape and look at him. I stare into his eyes, and my next words change my life forever.
Yes.
We fly back to the lodge, and by Cody's delighted face and my what-am-i-doing-I-must-be-crazy face, everyone knows my answer. We pack our stuff quickly.
You agreed? Aaron asks later as we get on a plane to go home (well, to Sterria, the capital city).
Yeah. And?
Why?
Because. And no, he didn't blackmail me.
Leave it, Aaron, Jess says, completing the row. Mum, Dad, Kiya and Indy are behind us; and Book, Heather and Rayla are to the front. Phoenix went home once he knew he could.
We land in a couple of hours. Cody takes us to the palace. It is amazing: a honey-rose coloured structure with two turrets, rising above all the others. He makes us wait in the courtyard a bit, then returns with Micky, Rhythm, Cindy and two other dogs I don't know.
Micky speaks (his words will be in reddy-orange):
Welcome back to our glorious country- which is now at war with the other two countries of the Vere Glacies. Each of you will be given a position- but first, may I introduce Joshua- head of servants- and Night, Princess Cindy's and Prince Rhythm's mother.
This is Josh: And this is Night: .
Now, I will call out a register. You are to stand apart from the others and join others given your ranks.
Aaron - Army
Jessica - Free Roamer
Book - Royal tutor
Heather - Royal Guard
Lilac - Artist
Harry - Servant
Indigo - Servant
Kiya - Artist
Rayla - servant
What does Free Roamer mean? Jess asks.
It means you are free to do what you want. You may leave.
Jess smiles, and hugs Aaron tight. I'll find you, he promises. She then hugs me. I'll never forget you, Lucky. You're my best friend.
Tears catch in my throat. Goodbye. I stare after her as she leaves. Josh takes Indy, Dad and Rayla away. I watch them go, and it's like watching my world fall to pieces.
Rhythm pulls Aaron away, and Night takes Kiya and Mum. Book is taken by Micky.
I am left alone with Cindy and Cody.
Hiya Lucky!
Hi traitor. I fiddle with the ring on my finger. It gleams at me in the sunlight.
Oh, but I'll be a big part of your wedding! I'm going to be the bridesmaid!
Can Indy and Kiya be bridesmaids too?
If you want. Now let's go inside. You're a Princess, today, Lucky. And next week... Next week, you'll be Queen.
I follow Cindy and Cody into a large foyer. It's covered in creamy marble with a rich red, gold-trimmed carpet flowing down the middle. White marble columns surround us, and I reach out and touch them.
I follow them through huge ornate doors on the other side to a throneroom. The room is thin and long, with a red carpet flowing between columns to a raised platform at the other end. On the platform are two thrones made of gold, with red curtains behind them. Galleries, like the ones you find in theatres, line the Walls, which are painted a dark crimson, with lamps hung upon them every so often.
Again, I follow them to the end of the hall, where Cody opens a small wooden door hidden by the curtains.
We come out in a room coated with white marble. There are several staircases, and Cody leads me up the centre one, which seems to be the most grand.
I'll see you at dinner, he says, and walks back down the stairs. I'm left with Cindy.
Hello, I say warily.
Follow me. So I follow her. She leads me down several corridors and passageways before opening a door.
This is your room. I'll collect you in two hours for dinner. She turns and leaves.
I walk into the room and shut the door. I then turn to survey the room and gasp.
On a raised platform is a four-poster bed decked out in pink. The Walls have a soft pink wallpaper, and in the floor is soft carpet. In the centre of the room is a marble swan fountain, and there's a huge window showing the whole city.
I am detecting a definite theme in here.
In one corner is a large antique oak wardrobe. I go over to it and open it; inside, I find many beautiful dresses. On the same wall is a dressing table, decked out with make up, perfumes and jewelry. Through a door is a swan-themed en suite.
I think I've died and gone to heaven.
After spending half an hour exploring the room- from the swan carvings on the wardrobe door to the beautiful swan-shaped bathtub and taps- I decided to get ready for dinner. I had no doubt I'd be sitting with the royal family, and nerves clawed at my belly.
I went over to the wardrobe to pick out a dress then stopped, unsure of myself. I knew i couldn't go to dinner in my old, worn and tatty school uniform I was wearing, but what WOULD I wear. All the dresses looked far to grand for me.
Then I noticed something at the end of the row of hung-up dresses.
I reached up and took the coathanger, stepping back to see the dress. It wasn't big or flashy, like the others, but extremely beautiful. Like the room, it stuck with the swan theme, being made out of soft, white feathers. Small, intricate patterns were stuck on in diamonds. I decided I'd wear this, and shut the wardrobe. I went over to the dresser, and looked in the draws- underwear and silky nightgowns. In one draw there was a dressing gown, so I took off my uniform and pulled it on instead. I retreated to sit on the stool by the dressing table. I'd had a small wash in the bathroom, and the dirt had gone to reveal a bruise on my cheek and a cut on my arm. I bound the cut with a bandage, tied in a bow, and brushed make up on the bruise to get rid of it slightly. Then I slipped the dress on.
It was stunning, the effect it had. I liked the dress, and despite myself, smiled at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the opposite side of the room. I sprayed myself with some perfume on the dressing table, and jumped at the sound of knocking on the door.
I rushed over to see Cindy, dressed in a black gown. She looked me up and down with disgust. Did I over do it? I asked nervously. Cindy shook her head.
No, no. If anything, you've underdone it. Oh well. Come on, we don't have all day.
She led me back to the stairs, and then straight down a corridor to another, similar set of stairs. I followed her down and through one of the doors. Inside was a dining room. The walls were painted dark red, and wall lamps lit the room. There was a long, oak table with chairs around it.
Micky and Night were sat, with Cody on one side and Rhythm on the other. Cindy whispered in my ear. You'll be sitting on Cody's left. Good luck.
She walked off and sat by her brother. I sat next to Cody. Night and Micky began to talk quietly together, and Cindy whispered furiously to her brother. I blushed slightly, wishing I was invisible.
I was way, way out of my depth.
The first course was delivered; meaty stew with dumplings and fresh bread. I tried to eat it, and found I couldn't. Even eating the bread made me feel sick. I barely managed one slice and a dumpling before the servants came to take it away.
The others began to talk.
So, Lucky, Night began, You managed to live in the Arctic for several months with two small children, two adult and several teenagers?
Yes, I replied. My memory was practically back to normal, but it was still patchy in places. It was rough at times, and sometimes it was very bleak. But we survived, and we all learned so much. We were family, and I miss them.
So... these dogs. How did you find enough to eat?
Sara supplied us with food... Other then that, I don't really know. We just... managed.
And you wore your school uniform all those months?
What else was there to wear? And it was so cold up there, even getting rid of one layer could kill you.
I... see. And your parents?
What about them? They fed us and looked after us all like we were their children, even though we weren't.
They seem like good people- oh, second course!
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the plain wooden door that the servants came through. A small dog was holding a huge, heavy clay pot on her back. I looked into her pain-filled eyes as she put the dish down beside me.
Indy, I whisper under my breath.
She comes in several times with more big pots on her back. I think she starts crying on the last pot. Then she leaves with a small curtsy. The others begin eating.
I feel sick. I stand up and push back my chair.
Please excuse me.
I leave the room. Once out of sight of the door, I run, sobbing, back to my room. I slammed the door and threw myself face-down on my bed. How could I be so stupid?! Here I was in the height of luxury, not paying any thought to my family at all. How heartless could I be? How could I sit there with traitors and cruel and uncaring people, thinking everything is all right?! How could I have said yes?!
I didn't belong her, and I never will. I've surely messed everything up now. Let them send us back. I wouldn't care in the slightest. At least there, I truly belong.
After about half an hour, I sit up, wipe my tears away. I stand and walk to sit on the end of the fountain, trailing one paw in the crystal water. There's a quiet knock on the door.
Come in.
The door opens and shuts with the slightest of noises. I turn to see Cody, looking rather small and apologetic.
I'm sorry, Lucky. I never knew! They should've known better then to send in an eight-year-old, especially your sister! You're not mad, are you?
I don't know, I say, I should be, but I'm not. I don't understand anything. I've been so hungry, yet I couldn't eat. And seeing Indy- I guess I just lost it.
You can't eat because the food's too rich. I'll go down to the kitchen now, get everything sorted. I'll tell them not to put Indigo on food serving, and sort you out something you can eat for breakfast. Is that ok? I give a half-smile.
Ok.
He leaves, and the world darkens outside. I cross over to the wardrobe and look dow upon the city, a blur of lights. I smile, and turn away. I pull on one of the nightgowns, and slip into bed.
I woke to a quiet rapping on my door. I gave a yawn. Come in, I called, sitting up on the masses of pillows, pulling the silk blanket over my knees.
A dog came in with a tray. She looked like this:
My name's galaxy. I'll be your personal maid.
She came over and placed the silver tray on my lap, curtseyed and exited the room.
I looked down at the food on the tray... honeyed bread.
Oh, Mum, I whisper, and begin to eat
The week dragged on by, a blur of dinners in fancy dresses, hanging out in my room, walking through the palace gardens and courtyards, and attending to dress fittings.
Gulp.
I'd better remind you, J, as you've probably forgotten. It's my wedding tomorrow, and I'm extremely nervous. EXTREMELY.
The dress, what I've seen of it so far, is like crystal in dress-form, with flowers, 'lucky' four-leaf clovers, and a load of accessories so beautiful I can't describe them.
Dinner was two hours ago. It's dark now, and around ten o clock. But I can't sleep. I'm dreading tomorrow.
What am I going to do?

The preparations take all morning. Maids and tailors and others hurry around my room, trying to get me ready. First I bathe in a warm, honey-coloured liquid, and then I dry myself with the softest towel yet. When I come out, I'm dressed in transparent petticoats and socks and strung with beads and a heart ribbon and blue band adorn my hair. Then I'm told to close my eyes, and the dress is slipped on.
It's lightweight and soft, and when I open my eyes and glance in the mirror, I barley recognise the dog before me.

The dress is beautiful, like a rainbow. The accessories make a stunning effect.
I look perfect.
Tears prick my eyes as I remember what today is. I turn to the dressmaker, and put on my best smile.
It's beautiful! Thank you so much!
Then Galaxy comes, takes my arm, and we proceed to the courtyard where the wedding is taking place. She's wearing a blue silk dress for the occasion, with white flowers adorning her hair.
You look beautiful.
Thanks, Galaxy. Wish me luck!
She turn to smile at me. Good luck, Princess Lucky.
As I exit the castle, I notice the cameras. My heart beats faster, and I blush furiously. Of course! I'm practically royalty now! There's bound to be people all over the world, their eyes fixed on me now.
The music starts, and I panic. Galaxy squeezes my hand reasuringly.
We'll do this together, she whispers. I nod. Together.
We walk slowly down the isle. Cindy, Kiya and Indy walk behind us. They look beautiful. People take their seats.
As I reach the alter, Cindy takes her place on Cody's side, and Indy and Kiya sit on mine. Galaxy steps back as I walk up onto the raised platform.
Cody is dressed in the royal robes they use for important ceremonies. As the person (not sure what they're called) drones on, he looks at me, and smiles.
You look beautiful. I blush even deeper. Thank you.
I do, Cody says suddenly, and the thingy turns to me, and asks the question.
I... I...
I'm not sure what to say. This is so confusing! I'm only fifteen- ugh, fourteen- and so scared. But there's only one thing I can say as a nation leans towards their TV screens, waiting for an answer.
I do.
The party (luckily not on the TV's of millions), lasted all night. I danced and ate and admired the beautiful, twelve-layered wedding cake. I talked to Rayla and Mum and Dad and Indy and Kiya, and Cindy and Night and Micky and Cody.
It was a magical evening- but not until I discovered The Forgotten Fountain, at midnight.
I was worn out, fed up and flushed from the reception, and decided to sneak off alone. I entered a part of the garden that was wild, overgrown and tatty, as if forgotten. I liked this place. It felt... safe. Peaceful. I pushed through the wilderness, ducking huge purple-headed flowers and and stepping over brambles.
I heard the noise of water, and headed towards it.
What I found was an old, crumbling stone fountain. The water coming from it was greeny-yellow and dirty, and the patio around it was cracked up. The centre of the fountain was made of rough stone, the zodiac signs etched onto it. I ran my fingers over them, and smiled, sitting on the edge of the stone fountain.
Then the clock chimed midnight.
I have three names for that fountain; The Forgotten Fountain, The Zodiac Fountain, and The Midnight Fountain.
I like to go there when I'm upset or angry or just plain confused.
Now I realise, J, my life is perfect. And now, sat on the edge of the Zodiac Fountain, almost half a year since I last wrote in here, I know I will not write any more. There are countless pages left, but I wont be the one to fill them.
The point of this Journal, at first, was to write down my life. Then it became a way to cope with my life, my feelings.
But here I am; Queen Lucky I, the luckiest dohg in the world.
And don't you ever forget it.

[Rebel Faery]

I would write more but the new main character is one of this month's pets and I have to wait for her to grow up

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okay.

[Rebel Faery]

I have a title for the next book: ~|The Midnight Fountain|~

[True Lies]

Cool title. Can't wait to read the next book!

[Rebel Faery]

Stupid pets taking forever to grow

[Rebel Faery]

While you wait for the next book...

Here's a competition for you! I want you to write [WRITE, not find] a theme song for Lucky. Whichever I think has the lyrics that best describe her wins.