~Chapter 3~
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Chelsea grumbled and fell on the floor. Her dog, Monsieur, ran up and slobbered all over her face. "I get it, Monsieur, I'm awake!" Chelsea moaned and sat up. She didn't do much to get ready; she simply changed out of her pajamas into her jeans and shirt and tied up her red bandana. Chelsea walked out the door and realized it was raining. She smiled to herself because she didn't have to water her plants and had plenty of time to visit her friends.
"Kirk! To Mystic Islands, chop chop!" Chelsea clapped her hands as she walked up to the puny canoe. He merely nodded and began rowing. When they arrived, he sat there and sighed.
"Gah, you always take forever here," he grumbled. Chelsea glared at him, they hopped out of the boat. She skipped happily to the little pink house on her left and walked in.
"Hellooo," Chelsea sang, walking to the center. A small girl crawled out of her green bed and shuffled her feet over to Chelsea. Her hair was done in two buns and she was, as always, wearing her little witch's robe.
"Why do you always have to come so eeaaarrrlllyyy," Witchkins mumbled, but then she smiled and hugged Chelsea. Chelsea laughed and grabbed her hand.
"Come on outside," she pulled the girl out the front door, where numerous amounts of frogs were hopping around the little bear-shaped island. Witchkins' eyes lit up and she ran over to play with them. Chelsea smiled and headed back inside to find Witch Princess.
"You'd really rather play with that old bag?" Witchkins inquired, but Chelsea simply shook her head and closed the door behind her. Witch Princess had magically appeared out in the center of the room, mixing with her cauldron. Who knows what's in that thing, Chelsea shivered. It would probably be tested on her later.
"Welcome, Chelsea," Witch Princess announced. "Have you come to be my experiment today?" Her long, wavy blond hair hung over her black robe and purple dress.
Chelsea shook her head. "Err, no, I just wanted to talk." Witch Princess' face saddened as she pulled a cup of green liquid from her big, black pot. She stuck out her lower lip and widened her red eyes at Chelsea.
Chelsea groaned. "Fine, just this one." Witch happily handed her the cup and anxiously waited for her response. Chelsea winced at the strange mix, and began to feel strange. "Witch Princess..." She suddenly fell to the floor. Then Witch looked over her.
"Chelsea...Are you alright?" Her voice, though, did not show any signs of sympathy or concern. Chelsea groaned and glared at Witch.
"Wh...What is this?" She gasped. She grabbed Witch's ankle with her right arm and noticed it was turning purple! Then she blacked out.
"Well...I"m not sure. I have the antidote...but this is very interesting." Her eyes widened as she saw Chelsea's face turn purple as well. Then Witch sighed as she saw Chelsea slowly transform into a boy. "How boring," She muttered as she lifted Chelsea and shook her. "Wake up, kid." Chelsea moaned and rolled her head.
"Wha...?" Chelsea slowly opened her eyes and looked down at herself. She saw her purple outfit and black boots, and even saw her blond curls. Chelsea began blushing and said, "Witch...I want the antidote. Now." Her own voice surprised her; it was quite demanding and loud. Witch smiled and handed her the orange liquid, which Chelsea quickly chugged. She felt herself transform back to herself and she sighed. "I'm gonna go, Witch Princess. Later." Her face was still flushed when she walked outside and hurried down the path. Once she made it to the other island, Chelsea picked up a Moondrop flower and tossed it in the pond. A swirl of green sparkles danced in the water, and then the Harvest Goddess appeared.
"Ah, Chelsea. Thank you for the offering. So how are you doing?" At first, the Harvest Goddess would only thank Chelsea for her offering and leave, but now they were friends so she liked to talk.
"Fine," Chelsea smiled. The Harvest Goddess frowned to herself and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Chelsea, but my boss is calling...I have Goddess duties to perform. Ta-ta!" And just like that, she was gone. Chelsea felt lonely at first, but then got up and walked to the boat. Kirk cocked his head.
"Who were you talking to?" Chelsea looked at him and laughed. He had no idea of the magic people; nobody did.
"Mushroom Islands, please." He rowed the boat and made idle conversation on the way there. Then Chelsea hopped off and walked torward the middle. A dark man was walking around with a spear. He looked at Chelsea and then grinned widely.
"Chelsea. You have come in time for hunting!" Shea was Chelsea's other good friend. He couldn't speak well, but he was very kind. His hair drooped from the rain, and the stripes on his face were dripping.
"Shea! Hi!" Chelsea hugged him and reached in her rucksack. "Here, I brought you something." She handed him the large fish she had caught on the ride there. Shea looked at her and slightly blushed. Then he laughed.
"Chelsea make good warrior. But there is no game today..." He sighed. "Mushroom gathering, instead." They walked around the island with Truffle, Chelsea's pig, to find different kinds of mushrooms. Then Chelsea noticed that it was getting dark outside.
"Goddess! I forgot!" She started running and turned to wave at Shea. "Sorry, I have to go. See ya tomorrow!" He waved back and continued his hunting. When she got to Verdure Island, Chelsea ran torward her house. In her hurry, she slipped in some mud. Then she sniffed while she lay there in the pouring rain. Suddenly sparkling purple light swirled in front of her.
"Chels, really?" Witch Princess sighed and brought up her hands. She muttered something and then Chelsea was suddenly standing, clean and dry. She also had on fresh clothes. "Have fun on your 'date', kid," Witch laughed and transported away. Chelsea was happy and mad at what had just happened.
"It's not a date," she growled to herself, but then Chelsea decided to just accept her friend's help and walked over to the little purple house.
