Hello internet people! I bring you a new story, this time about Betty and Simon Petrikov. I wanted to write soemthing about these two for a while and creativity finally hit me with an idea. I hope you enjoy and if you do, please leave a review; it means the world to me seeing your opinions about this. Enjoy and take care! :D


His gaze over her was full of tenderness, love and respect. The touch of his hand on her bare skin was soft and electric, making her blush and get the sweetest goosebumps she could ever have.

The sunshine entering through the window announced the beginning of a new day in their lives. Or rather, of their life, the life they have decided to share. Another shine, as warm and bright as the one that lighted the room, came from their smiles watching each other waking up. The memories of another night full of love were still fresh in their memories.

She giggled as she buried her fingers deep into his messy brown hair.

"Never… never leave me… Simon" she said, softly.

He took her hand and kissed it. Then, he leaned in and gave her a quick picking kiss in the lips.

"I won't, Betty. I won't", he whispered.


She woke up. Those memories now turned into dreams were so usual that she had no more tears to lament the long lost times. The nights of love or Netflix… or both, were replaced by night of endless investigation, in which she used to fall sleep over her work. Although she had to come out every once in a while for food, resources and investigation itself, most of her time was spent inside that cave. She chose it specifically because she could see directly at that place that meant nothing to her but doom and pain: the Ice Kingdom.

She swore to see those mountains melt and that she was going to be the cause.

She got her face off from her papers on the table. She stood up from her chair and stretched her arms and legs, feeling the warm of the sun entering by the entrance of the cave. She repeated her daily motto:

"Another day, another step closer to…"

She stopped. Her mind was attacked by visions of the last night. She didn't fall sleep accidentally, she decided to give herself a rest for the good work done that evening. And she did it with a smile in her face, something quite rare. She remembered her last words before deeply yawning.

"This is it. I found it"

She quickly went back at her papers. She looked through them. The connections in her mind were endless, coherent and immediate. She had found it.

She jumped into her magic flying carpet and departed as fast as she could towards her destination. She could almost feel Simon's warm skin again.

After a couple of minutes of travel, she reached the entrance to Wizard's City. The gigantic rock wall in front of her, more than a defense, was a mock for everyone who wished to enter there. But she was about to mock the mockers, she was going to laugh at their faces, practicing with a confident smile before saying:

"Wizards rule"

The wall disappeared, allowing her to see the hidden city and its buildings. She lost most of her gold getting that information from a run-away magician, but it was worth every penny. She put her hood on and entered, riding the carpet to not seem suspicious; that magician also told her about the fate of any non-magical being that dared to enter the city.

Of all the strange things she had seen in Ooo since she got there, magicians were probably the strangest. Some of them looked humanoid, others looked like geometrical figures, and others definitely broke any logic about their appearance. One of them, one that used to hang out often with Simon, made her giggle uncontrollably; she had the humor of a twelve year old.

She was flying barely a pair of inches above the ground. Enchantments, the name of potions and magical artifacts, magical weapons… everything was screamed at the same time at the ears of the people in the streets. She shook her head after finding herself getting interested in the words of a wizard with fox head who offered her an anti-age potion.

"Hey! Hey you!" someone exclaimed. She couldn't stop feeling she was about to being discovered, but it could be anyone else who was being called.

"You! The hooded one!"

It was definitely her.

"You stole my carpet! Guards!"

"Time to fly" she whispered.

She accelerated the carpet, passing through other wizards, knocking off some of them and some more items in the way. She looked back. About three big buffed green-skin guards were chasing her.

"Stop now! Return the carpet and we'll going easy on you" one of them exclaimed.

"She's not stopping, and I think I've never saw her before" said another one.

"We have an unregistered stealer. Shoot non-lethal beams" ordered the leader of the group.

Soon, Betty had to begin to evade the beams that the guards were shooting from their clubs. One of them hit in a wall just in front of her, destroying it completely and covering her in dust.

"And those are non-lethal?" she exclaimed.

She lifted the front of the carpet, forcing it to go higher and stop flying at ground level. She went higher than the surrounding buildings and stopped a few seconds to look around.

"Where is it? Where is it?" she asked, frantically. "There it is!" she finally exclaimed.

She heard the exact same phrase below her. The guards had spotted her. She flew again, magical beams being shoot from the streets. Finally, one of the beams hit the carpet. It began flapping and catching on fire. She began to descend quickly.

"No, no, no! Just a little more, please! We are almost there" she begged, but never losing sight of her objective.

"Are you seeing where she is heading at?" asked one of the guards, baffled by the sudden realization. "Stop her, now!"


Everything in calm.

The smooth music, the bubbles floating around popping with a soft sound after a few seconds and the smell of wet dirt were relaxing to him. He leaned in, smelling the flowers he had been taken care of for years. He sighed in content.

"Keep being beautiful, little ones" said the Grand Master Wizard.

When he finished watering his plants, he took a pair of small scissors and proceeded to prune them.

Suddenly, his calm was interrupted by the sound of one of his windows being broken and something heavy falling inside his garden.

Betty fell off the carpet, rolling on the ground until she hit a wall. Seven guards stormed from the door, surrounded Betty and aimed at her with their clubs.

"It's over. You have invaded the Grand Master Wizard's chamber. You are too dangerous to keep alive!"

Betty, still confused and dizzy for hitting the wall, just heard mumbles as she got on her knees. But as soon as she could see the red beams coming out of the guards' clubs just in front of her face, she gasped. That red bright was almost hypnotic and the only thing they allowed her to see was her failure. The plan had gone wrong. She closed her eyes, feeling the tears about to break them and fall down. She failed to the person she loved the most.

"What is happening here?" demanded to know the Grand Master Wizard.

"This person robbed a flying carpet and then stormed into your place. She's not registered, she is obviously a threat" said one guard.

"Stop, you fools!" exclaimed the wizard, "Don't you see who she is? She's the one that saved us from Bellanoche. Put your clubs down"

The guards retreated without complain. Betty opened her eyes to see them completely still, just looking at her, but no more trying to kill her. At her right, she found the hand of the Grand Wizard who helped her to get on her feet.

"Tell me, witch, what's your name?" he asked.

"My name is Betty Grof, but I'm not a witch. I'm just a human. I came to…"

"She is not magical!" exclaimed the leader of the guards as the whole group assumed an offensive position, aiming their clubs at her again. "Prepare for…!"

"Stop! And leave the room!" ordered the Grand Wizard. The guards obeyed him and let them alone. "So… you are not a magical being, hmm?"

"No, I'm not. But I saved all your butts in a rough time and you owe me a big one!" she exclaimed, pointing at the wizard. "I want information about the Ice Crown".

"The Ice Crown?" asked the wizard, confused. "Why would you want to know about it?"

"I must save the person under its spell. He's my fiancé, Simon Petrikov. I came from one thousand years in the past to be with him, just to found out he cannot live if the magic in the crown is suppressed. I know you have information about every magic artifact in this land and I demand access to it".

The Grand Master Wizard stared at Betty for a couple of seconds. He put his hand in his beard and began to play with it, thinking deeply. He got a wand out of the fur that covered him and blew a bubble at Betty, getting her inside it.

"Let's go" he said. With a motion of his hand, the bubble with Betty inside followed him.

They went down stairs in a place made out of rock, not much different from Betty's cave, lighted only by candles. At the end of the stairs, they reached a big wooden door with several locks at the right side. The Grand Wizard took his wand out again and began to swing it and chant magical words.

"Antiqui animi! Aperire sapientiam tuam!"

Betty could hear the locks opening, leaving only a giant padlock just in the middle of the door. The wizard took a key out of his fur and opened it. He pushed the door as several candles lighted to let them see what was inside that chamber. Her eyes sparkled when she discovered it was a giant library. They went inside.

"The Ice Crown is ancient magic. Much more older than us, even older than humans".

"What?" asked Betty, baffled.

"The origins of that crown go thousands of millions of years into the past. As long as we know, it was created to stop a massive disaster from happening, but it failed somehow" he said as they passed through the bookshelves.

The wizard finally took a big red book from a shelf. They headed towards a table. He popped the bubble, letting Betty put her feet on ground again. He put the book in the table. Then, he casted a big hourglass on the table.

"There is all the information we have about the crown. You have three hours to find what you want"

"What? But this book is huge! It's the size of my arm and it has like four hundred pages!" she complained. "This is not fair! I saved you!"

"And then you illegally stormed into our city in which no magical being can ever enter. You are lucky I didn't vanish you myself. We owe you one and I'm paying it. Don't lose time" he said as he hit the sand clock with his wand, prompting the sand to fall.

Betty growled, but she wouldn't waste this opportunity. She had come too far to rage quit. She opened the book. The index listed several chapters but there was something weird about them: every chapter was written in a different language, some of them totally unrecognizable for her. She sighed, with her palm in her face, and began the investigation.

The time passed. The sand was falling grain by grain. She didn't manage all the languages in the book as an expert but she had some basic knowledge. English, German and Russian weren't a problem, but she skipped most of the Arabic and Chinese. She completely ignored some kind of hieroglyphic language she presumed to be from some Artic culture, due to the presence of what seemed to be bears.

"You are running out of time" said the Grand Wizard.

"Shut up" Betty complained quietly. She looked at the sand clock and realized that in fact her time was getting short and she still hadn't found anything that could help her. The only thing that book seemed to have in its pages were stories and legends about those who were affected by the cursed item through the millennia.

She wanted to take the clock, smack it in the wizard's head, fly with the book and hopefully not be killed in her way out of the city. But she was in enough problems already. It was better to remain calm and take advantage of the time she still had. Until she found something that made her heart jump.

"The next lines are the only register we have about the origins of the crown. Unluckily, this ancient language has been already forgotten and there's no translator alive, being 'origin' the only word we could translate. Even so, we include it in the hope of someone being able to understand it in the future and put an end to the despicable curse the golden crown brings to its bearers"

Betty gasped. She began to read but it was totally impossible for her to understand those words. She looked at the clock just in time to see the last grain of sand falling. She glanced at the Grand Wizard Master, who was giving her his back. She ripped off the page as fast as she could and closed the book to disguise the sound of the ripping paper. She turned the page into a paper ball and put it in her pocket.

The sound of the heavy book being closed dragged the wizard's attention. "Wha-? Hey! Time is over!"

"Yeah, I see" replied Betty, sarcastically.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I think I can make advances with what I got"

"Fine then. We paid", the Grand Wizard Master casted another bubble that made them ascend until the hall in the wizard's castle. "It's time for you to go. Your carpet has been repaired and you can leave. Never come back" he stressed.

"Geez! Chill man. With that attitude, I'm surely never coming back"

"Much better, now go!" he rather ordered.

Betty jumped onto his repaired flying carpet and left the castle, abandoning the city moments later. She took the paper ball from her pocket and unscrambled it. She tried to read it again to no avail, there was no way for her to get something from it. But maybe someone else could. She looked up at the sky, it was still early. The person in her plans required to be visited much later, when the sun didn't caress the ground.

She went back at her cave, took off her cloak and prepared a meal. She hummed happily as she wagged the casserole content. She ate and enjoyed what she cooked. She went back at her bed and took something from behind her pillow, a photo. She kissed it and laid down looking at it.

"Just a little bit more, Simon. Hang in there"