Okay! Here we are with another chapter, again and I am very happy over this one actually. I'm glad that I've come this far with the story and that I can see the improvements even after so short amount of time. I have also noticed that this story will surely be longer than just a couple of seventeen to twenty chapters (which I can give away that the story itself would have ended pretty soon after that the seventeenth chapter, but as you can see this story is much longer).
Hey, you who read the first version! Remember that in this chapter in the old story, Amy was already in the kingdom of Shadows? XD Haha, I'm improving if I can say so myself.
By the way, those of you who wonder which language the people from light and dark kingdom speak, it is Latin and you can translate it on google translate. I'm not that good with my Latin grammar yet so I'm sure those of you who knows Latin can notice that I'm sure I've put out quite the mistakes here and there in the language but hey, this isn't school so who really cares right?
Now, I don't own the characters, except for Ebony are my own as you already know (or most of you already knows at least) and all the OC's are owned by their own creators.
Yawning Amy slowly opened her eyes sleepily; she had to shield her eyes from the rays of sun that were escaping through the closed curtains. Moaning slightly when she sat up she yawned once again before she blinked and looked around the room. For what felt like the first time in years Amy could actually feel how energy was pouring into her as she got up from the bed.
Putting her feet down on the floor Amy heard the rustling of something crushing beneath her feet. She lifted one of her feet and her eyes went wide as she stared at the dead rose petals on the floor. Slowly she leaned down and picked them up and stared at them in her palm for a second before she looked around the room in search for the rose she knew she'd picked up last night. It was nowhere in sight.
"Where'd it go?" Amy mumbled for herself after she'd searched her room through for the small rose. It was as if only the rose petals where evidence that it even existed. "It just can't disappear by itself."
Giving up on trying to find the rose by herself Amy decided to ask Georgette if she'd seen the rose anywhere.
While walking through the corridor towards the large stairway down to the bottom level of the house Amy couldn't stop but find herself thinking about her dream. It had been different than the other dreams that she'd had through the years but it had also been more soothing in a way, more relaxing and more peaceful even if it she didn't understand it.
"Georgette, have you…" Amy started when she walked down the stairs towards the kitchen but stopped as she saw the fresh footprints on the white floor. She frowned and looked around following the footprints towards the coffee room and gasped at what she saw. "Georgette!"
Amy ran over to the purple walrus lying on the sofa with her eyes closed bruises and scrapes covering her face and arms. Scared Amy bent down next to the sofa and could only stare at her nanny since years back with fear for the old walrus.
"Georgette, Georgette," Amy asked and swallowed. "Georgette, do you hear me?"
"She'll be fine." Turning her head so fast that her quills flew around her face to look at the male walking into the room; he was almost identical to Georgette just that he was surely twenty years younger than the old nanny. "She must have tripped down the stairs and hurt herself in the fall, she should be fine."
Amy narrowed her eyes and stood up in front of Georgette eyeing the other walrus suspiciously. "Who are you?" she asked and took a step closer to Georgettes sleeping form on the sofa.
The walrus blinked and then burst out laughing. "I'm sorry," he said and took a deep breath smiling. "I should've introduced myself first, I'm Rotor." Amy's eyes widened at the name, she remembered it from yesterday. "And Georgette's my mother."
Shaking her head Amy loosened up a little. "How'd you get inside?"
He pointed his thumb towards the front door behind him. "The door?" Rotor said and raised an eyebrow.
Okej, stupid question… Amy thought.
"And who gave you permission to enter my house?" Amy asked. She didn't know why but she felt that something wasn't right, maybe it was that look in his eyes that she just couldn't place as if there was something he wasn't telling her.
"Look, I hoped that we would meet under different circumstances but," he showed a hand in Georgettes direction. "Well, we both see the situation and now it is as it is. I'm here to visit my mother over the weekend. I haven't seen her in decades and you have no idea how it feels to be worried all the time."
"Worried? Why would you be worried?" Amy asked looking at him confused.
He let out a sigh and walked over to stand next to Georgette. "I assume my mother never told you about her condition, did she?" Amy shook her head. Rotor sighed again. "My mother has energy problems, her body is giving up on her at her old age."
"She can't be that old, right?" Amy asked and looked at the old nanny. She never really known Georgettes age but she hadn't looked old or weak to Amy at all, actually it had been the direct opposite Georgette had always both been strong and strong willed.
"I wish," Rotor said and shook his head but then turned towards Amy. "Don't worry, she'll be fine all she need is rest and she'll be fine. I'm sorry I couldn't come at a better time but it is how it is. "
"Yeah, I'm sorry I was rude but I guess I was just worried," Amy said and looked at Georgettes sleeping form.
"I understand that, you've lived with her your entire life if I'm not right, right?" Rotor asked and shot a glance in Amy's direction as he walked towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, ever since I was very, very little she's been there for me," Amy explained and patted Georgette lightly on the head before she walked towards the kitchen as well. "So, Rotor, why're you here? Except to visit your mom?" Amy sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter as Rotor took out some ingredients for what Amy thought was either waffles or omelet.
Rotor started putting the ingredients together and it didn't seem to bother him that he was in someone else's house and made himself feel just as if he was home. "I've just gotten vacation for the first time in years and I decided to visit my mom while I still can."
"What do you work as?" Amy asked curiously. "Georgette never mentioned that she had kids before."
Rotor stopped cooking and patted the side of his face slightly as if he was searching for something to say or the right words to say it maybe. "Simply put I'm an inventor for this large group of people who works to protect those who cannot defend themselves," he explained simply not going deeper into the subject. "I mostly spend my time in my lab working on different inventions and other stuff like that. Not the most interesting job I have to say but I am proud of my work and happy with my place in life."
"Isn't that the point? That you are happy, I mean," Amy asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged. "But life could of course be better, like having children or at least finding a wife according to mom is a much happier life."
Amy snickered. "And you don't have a lady in your life?"
"No, I'm not very… romantic if you could say it simple," Rotor said chuckling. "And even if I found a lady that would mean everything for me than I would probably hardly have time for her." He turned towards Amy as he let the mix for the omelet stand out for a few minutes before he'd start the baking for real.
"Why's that?" Amy asked frowning. "I'm sure that if you found a lady that loved you as much as you loved her than you would have at least SOME time for her, right?"
Rotor shook his head. "You would think that wouldn't you?" he said as she sighed. "Well it is very simple actually, I'm not a very… hmm… people person, of so to speak. I often keep locked up in my lab inventing and fixing what I've been ordered to fix. It isn't boring directly, I do have my fair share of company inside but I'm not so very social when it comes to new people, if you get it."
Amy smiled and shook her head in disbelief. "You are social with me, aren't you?"
"That is because I've meet you before, Amy," Rotor said and crossed his arms smiling.
"We've meet before?" Amy asked confused and pointed at herself. "But I don't remember ever meeting you, sorry."
He laughed. "I'm not surprised that you don't remember me, you were nothing but what… three, maybe four years old when I meet you the first time." He looked up at the roof as if remembering something a long time ago. "It was just as when I for the first time saw my little brother, quite the sight actually. You were very shy in the beginning but later you ran around the house playing hide and seek with Skeeter and you two couldn't keep quiet even you hid from one another." Rotor laughed and let out a deep breath. "But that was a long time ago now which is pretty sad, I remember Skeeter often wanting to come back here to play with you all the time." He rolled his eyes and then shook his head at the thought of his little brother.
"I would want to meet Skeeter if I played so often with him when I was little," Amy said and tried to remember back to her early childhood but only a headache came to her mind when she tried to remember. "Ouch," Amy said and held her head.
"What are you doing?" Rotor asked and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I tried to remember when I was little but it didn't go so very well," Amy sighed and shrugged. "Well, doesn't matter I guess. It won't be the last time I see you, right?" Amy wanted to add about the part with him staying there over the weekend but remembered that Georgette never spoke to her about it and she wasn't really supposed to know about it yet.
"At first I was going to at least stay the weekend but as it turns out," he pointed with his thumb towards the room Georgette slept in. "I believe I'll have to stay until mom's up and about again, shouldn't take long though. She has always been very persistent about getting up when she shouldn't."
"Yeah, that I can agree with," Amy said honestly and remembered a few times when Georgette had refused to stay down because of small excuses that she seemed to make up along the way.
"Again sorry that I couldn't come at different circumstances and that it couldn't be at a worse time than it this."
"Nonsense, you are very welcome," Amy said with a bright smile as Rotor turned around to start making the omelets. "Any family of Georgette is a family of mine."
"I'm glad to hear that Amy, since I don't want to leave my mother's side till she is fully healed," Rotor said without looking back at Amy. "You wouldn't mind if I borrowed one of the guest rooms, right?"
"No, I don't mind we have enough room to fill in for a quarter of the entire city, you are very much welcome to stay as long as you please," Amy said as she got up from her chair. "Just try not to make any big messes or cause any trouble that would be troublesome for Georgette in her current situation."
Rotor nodded over his shoulder and Amy smiled before bowing slightly before disappearing out the room her mind full of different and confusing thoughts. Nothing really had to do with her dreams that usually were the center of her thoughts but this time she was finding herself thinking about what she was going to wear at the double date later that night.
"I should call Cream and ask if she's busy today," Amy said and walked back into her room that seemed oddly brighter than normally these days. Walking up to her wardrobe she started to look through all the different dresses and shoes and other outfits that she could possibly wear later that night. "We could go shopping for new cloths; I need a new dress if I'm going to go out on a date after so long," she mumbled to herself as she threw another dress over her shoulder.
Giving up after making a large pile of cloths behind her she sighed as she made her way towards her bed and threw herself on it. Rolling over on her stomach Amy reached for the old cobra phone next to her bed and started to dial the number to her best friend. After only a few signals the person on the other side picked up.
"Hallo, you are speaking with Vanilla T. Rabbit. Who am I speaking to?"
"Hello Vanilla, its Amy." She rolled the cable to the phone between her fingers.
"Oh it's been quite a while since I heard from you Amy," Vanilla said from the other side of the phone. "I talked to Georgette yesterday about the trip, we are going when summer begins so it is still a while to go but I am glad to hear that you want to come with."
"I am very happy that you allow me to come with you, Vanilla," Amy said kindly. "By the way, is Cream home? I need to speak to her please."
"I believe she's in her room, wait a minute," Vanilla answered and a suppressed shout that sounded oddly enough like, "Cream, Amy's in the phone! She wants to speak with you!" before she returned to the phone. "She's on her way."
"Thank you Vanilla," Amy said kindly before she heard Vanilla have a quick conversation with her daughter before Amy heard Creams frustrated voice through the phone.
"Amy, you couldn't call at a better time!" Cream almost shouted into the phone. "I'm freaking out, I have nothing to wear and Chocola has no idea of what I'm going to wear either!" Her voice suddenly turned sad. "And I need to find an outfit for next week as well… You know, to go to the…" her voice broke and Amy heard her sob through the phone.
"It's okay, Cream," Amy soother over the phone. "I will help you find something. I have the same problem and I need to go shopping, why not go together?"
"Yeah!" Cream was suddenly back to normal and overly happy again. "Shall we meet at the old bakery?"
Amy nodded. "Yeah, we could. In about…what…? Thirty minutes to an hour?"
"Yeah, that'll do," Cream said. "See you soon then!"
"See you soon Cream and say hi to Chocola from me," Amy said before they both turned off the phone call.
She stared at the pink cobra phone before she sat it down on the bedside-table again and let out a sigh. She felt sorry for Cream in a way because of how long they'd known each other and how hard it had been for Cream three years ago and she had to be honest when she said that even Amy herself had cried that day, but Cream had cried more than anyone had. Amy was glad though that Cream was mostly back to normal these days and that she still had a friend by her side that made her happy just like before.
"Amy, the omelet's done!" Rotor shouted from the kitchen and Amy was slightly surprised that he could scream so loud that she could hear him from her room.
She had the urge to shout 'Coming!' but stopped herself when she knew that she could never make her voice so loud that it would reach down to the bottom floor. So instead she jumped of her bed and ran down to the kitchen where Rotor was serving two plates of steaming omelet to two empty seats at the bar-counter. There was one omelet standing by the microwave and Amy figured that it had to be Georgette's when she'd wake up.
"Thanks for the food," Amy said after she'd taken a bite out of the omelet. "Mmm… this is fantastic cooking!" Amy said with bright smile.
"Not as good as mom's omelets, they are fantastic," Rotor said as he also took a bite from the omelet. "It is her recipe by the way."
"In any case you are a very good cook, Rotor," Amy said happily as she started eating her food hungrily.
I finished the chapter and I'm happy with it :) I hope that all of you enjoyed the chapter and will please review, follow and/or fav, whatever you desire. I don't have much more to say so, enjoy.