Okay. So, if anyone realised, I will try to write this story. I have started it so long ago I don't remember what it was going to be about. This is going to be really hard, as I'm still working on my second story and So I think I'm going to change it completely. I have re-read today what I have written two years ago, and realised how bad my english was at time. I'm going to write a completely new story, about how all things would have happened if Cinnamon became queen. Many things will be changed, but overall, I hope it will still stay as good as the original.
So on with the story (I don't own Sugar Sugar Rune):
Chocolat's heart skipped a beat as she saw the emptiness in front of her feet. She was standing on the edge of a cliff at least a 160 feet tall. As she glanced down, she felt that the flame-like, purple, oval portal was calling her and her rival to jump in. Of all the things that were ahead of her, this was what she feared most. The unreasonable fear of height has been her problem since she was big enough to fly on her own. She couldn't remember why, but from one day to an other she was unable to enjoy the aerial way of travel. All the adults were acting as if it had been always the case, but she clearly remembered that at one point she began panicking whenever she had to make her way through the air. The only thing that she couldn't remember was the reason why. She was now looking down, and couldn't believe it. Chocolat was always an energetic person, not the kind to stay calm and think about a way to get past something before acting. She would just go and do everything at a pitch. But she was unable to fly too high.
She looked at Vanilla, the blond beauty with blue, genuine eyes and a charming smile. She was always the first in all classes Chocolat wasn't and second best in others. The two girls were never true friends, although their mothers were meeting every week and Vanilla's mother was the Queen's first councillor. Vanilla was the exact opposite of Chocolat. She was patient, cautious and had a mysterious aura around her. She wasn't very popular in the magical world, but from what Chocolat had heard, the magical world had very little, if not nothing, in common with the human world.
Only several hours before, the two girls were summoned to the Coronation Room, to be officially presented as candidates for the future queen. During the ceremony Queen Cinnamon and Princess Candy were both showing infinite joy in seeing their children as candidates together, they seemed convinced the two were just as good friends as they were.
After a small speech of Princess Candy's, who as the First Councillor announced the beginning of the test. Queen Cinnamon stood up and spoke up.
"It is time for the two candidates to get their lockets" With that, she summoned the first necklace, which was a gold, diamond shape, with silver contours. It was hanging from a golden chain.
"Vanilla Mieux, step forward. This is your locket and it will stay yours until the end of your days. You will see that at one point it shall change, but it will be no time soon." Vanilla nodded, looking terrified, but determined. That was what Chocolat hated about her. Vanilla was always the helpless outcast all closed up in herself, without so little even as a pal, and yet she acted as if she belonged everywhere, knew everything and was oh-so-mature as Chocolat liked to say along with her friends. She got scared all the time though. She was a very contradictory person, and it was sometimes almost impossible to believe she was a witch at all.
Cinnamon turned towards her daughter, and summoned a second necklace. Chocolat's eyes widened. Her pendant had a golden chain as Vanilla's, but that was all it had similar to the other. The magical captor was a gem in a shape of a heart, shining in the darkness, just like her own heart.
"Chocolat Meilleur, step forward. This is your locket and just like Vanilla's, it will change with time, and as Vanilla's it will wait for the right moment." Chocolat put her magic item around her neck and nodded. She felt that a new life was about to begin.
But the euphoria she had felt only moments earlier was nothing but a silent cry by the time they have reached the portal. It was ground by the uneasy feeling of facing your worst enemy. Chocolat could barely breathe, but as fast as she heard "Witches, jump!", she did so no later than the blond girl.
Her stomach protested as she began the fall. It was a matter of seconds until she would touch the flames. You can still stop the fall and fly away. A part of herself told her. But she knew she could not make herself float on such a height; besides, she couldn't abandon the fight before starting it. It was not what her mother would have done, and Chocolat was no worse than she was. She fell right into the purple flames, but she didn't feel the heat; she was floating down, as if she were sinking into sand or mud. She opened her eyes, she didn't realise they were closed, and saw the human world, although as if through a mist that was dispersing at a fast rate. Her happiness didn't last for long though, because as fast as the mist disappeared she felt an abrupt change of gravitation and started falling again. This time there was nothing underneath her that would save her from the impact. She screamed.