Two girls fall down into Disney, and find themselves in dreamland- But like all dreams they have to come crashing down. Disney needs a new leader, and Sierra seems to fit just right, yet she has to fight a Dragon! But what will her sister Kiana do?
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REVISED VERSION
Falling Down To Disney
Chapter 4; King Mickey
Sierra walked ahead of Kiana, as Kiana always was a slow walker. Sierra smiled a sharp smile at her sister, and walked past her throwing open the mahogany doors wide. Sierra gasped at how wonderful the gleaming golden castle was on the inside. It wasn't gold, as Sierra would have thought. But it was all a deep white marble, the floor whiter then any white Sierra had ever seen. The walls were a deep blue, maybe darker then a light navy colour. There were archways- that were copper gold, instead of just pure gold. Lots of pictures of many people and animals hung on the wall, as well as little inscriptions on the bottom of them. The hallway they were in seemed to stretch for ever onward, and the in the walls there was dark brown doors, that lead to other doors that Sierra didn't know where they went to.
"This way, madam." Another Dog-servant said to Sierra, as he extended his arm forward. He had on the white gold trimmed shirt, but a red vest was over-top of it, with black trimmings instead of gold, "Excuse me, madams." The Dog-servant corrected, as he noticed Kiana glaring at him from the doorway. Kiana huffed dignifiedly, and walked stiffly ahead, her head up high. She didn't even close the door. Sierra glowered at her sister's rudeness.
The Dog-servant looked at her, and Sierra stopped glowering, then she just shrugged. Sierra really didn't feel like explaining sister's spiteful ways- she could do that herself. The Dog-servant nodded, like he knew what she had meant- or was thinking of the explanation for it himself, she found that most of Disney characters were very intelligent and self-reliable.
"Are you requesting to see King Mickey?" The Dog-servant asked politely, inquiring his question to Sierra.
Sierra smiled, just thinking about meeting King Mickey, thoughts of her ghastly sister flying out of her head, "Oh, yes sir! Twill it be such a delight to meet the King himself! Do you suppose… Well, no that is silly of me! How could I ask that of a king?" Sierra shook her head, now mumbling incoherent sentences to herself.
The Dog-servant gave her a curious glance- then looked at where Kiana was walking, "The next left madam!" He called out, as Kiana was walking much too fast for the two of them, and Sierra found it fairly strange. Yet, she didn't protest, as they were far away from her, "Now, why, madam-"
"Oh, you can call me Sierra." Sierra said, her head swivelling to the servant.
"Now, why, Ms. Sierra, do you think anything is too silly to ask of our King?"
Sierra shrugged, a small blush forming on her face, "My question is probably dumb. King Mickey couldn't want to hear it"
"No question- no matter what it is- is never too dumb for our King."
"It is!" Sierra protested, as they turned down the left turn that Kiana had not but taken a second ago. This hall was exactly like the other hall, only which it had many flowery designs swirling to and fro- forming the flowers that were outside the Castle with different colour of trimmings making a splendid display, "This is such a beautiful place! I have never imagined such beauty!" Sierra gasped, trying to distract the Dog-servant from her mutterings and protests.
"It surely is," The Dog-servant agreed, nodding his head, "But Ms. Sierra, you can not distract, me so easily!" He chided, smiling lightly, "Now what is it you will not ask for it is too dumb?"
Sierra bowed her head, looking intently at the floor, "Mdhgnkjkjhhghffoid" She mumbled
"What was that?"
"I would like to ask him if- umm, well, I was wondering if King Mickey could tell me all about Disney!" Sierra exclaimed, her arms motioning about as she talked, "And all about it's portals, and places- oh! And how he became King, how he got Minnie as his queen…"
The Dog-servant laughed, it was a deep, rough sounding laugh, and Sierra couldn't help but smile at it. It had hints of a dogs bark in it, and was quite masculine sounding, "Ms. Sierra, King Mickey would be delighted to tell you all he knows! He is forever trying to find people to tell all his stories too!"
Sierra smiled wider, relieved that her question hadn't been all that foolish. She didn't want to waste a Kings time with dumb questions, and the Dog-servant saying that it wasn't a dumb one, took a load off her mind, "That's great sir, but what about Peter Pan?" A thought had cropped up in her mind, with the servant's remark, "Peter Pan surely likes stories! He 'stole'" Sierra did peace-hand-motions with 'stole' "Wendy for stories! Surely he would love to hear Mickey's-"
"Alas, my dear, Peter does not," The Dog-servant interrupted, shaking his head, "Peter Pan does not like history stories, he likes the fictional ones, full of fighting and justice- Plus, it was time he really found someone to clean up after him! Wendy is doing a fine job of keeping Peter in line!"
"Does that mean Wendy is still in Neverland?"
"Yes, her parents saw how sad she was away from Peter. They told her she could live her life with him- Of course visiting them every so often."
Sierra smiled, "Good, good." She mumbled to herself, "Always a happy ending, I do love those! Yet, of course they aren't happy for the villains, as they are the ones that always get jilted- Sometimes I feel sorry for them, as I wonder if they really were evil. Do you think they would want to be evil? What is the definition of evil anyway? Is it someone who just does mean things, or that hurts the innocent? Do they kill people just to get what they want, or is it that they get other people to do their dirty work? Do all evil people have henchman, or do most work alone? My sister- umm, I mean- this one person I have read about- doesn't have henchman, nor does she really rely on other people to do her dirty work for her- besides her big burley friends, when she wants things done- Do you think that is what evil is? To rely on only yourself? Well I find that my sis- umm, that person relies too much on her slave to do everything for her, because I believe someday this slave may just revolt against her, and she will be lost. Don't you think so, sir?" Sierra asked which had been the only thing the Dog-servant heard. With each word she had sped up her talking, increasing the amounts of incoherent babble and opinions, which made it so he just couldn't tell what she had said! Oh, it reminded him of the time when the Hatter had visited them- it was a catastrophe, March Hare throwing things about!
"Ah, look Ms. Sierra! Here we are!" The Dog-servant said, trying to distract his mind from that thought train he was having. Cleaning up after that muddy and disturbed hare was not fun.
Sierra looked up, blushing that she had carried on and on- and that she had almost revealed that her sister was a monster of a girl. She could tell that anything her containing 'evil' will be noted, and Sierra really didn't want Kiana to get wind that she had called her evil and mean- you just don't say things like that to her- not at all. Sierra looked up, mentally shaking herself from memory road, and she noticed that they had come across quite a large door. Her curiosity was pricked, as she wondered what exactly was behind that door. The door was elegantly made of dark oak, and seemed to have been painted a deep dark red. Swirls of circles were splattered about the door, as many other doors Sierra had seen were, and they were a deep blue trim circling around and about the door. Criss and crossing about in some weird fashion that Sierra thought was ingeniously designed. The door frame was a lighter red, standing out in the dark red surrounding it, there were two deep gold handles in the middle of the door, indicating that this was a double door, and not just one. Sierra was curious as to how they had gotten the circles to fit together just right, but stopped wondering as the Dog-servant elegantly swung the door open.
Sierra noticed Kiana standing stiffly beside her, and she turned to say something- for if she didn't, Kiana would have demanded her to say something calming to her, or some stupid thing like that- Yet, when Sierra turned to Kiana, she ignored her, and sauntered down into the room, her head held high and her chin set in a deep frown as she looked down her nose at everything. Sierra, smiling as she was finally going to meet Mickey, skipped into the room joyously- she was glad that her sister was ignoring her- no rude comments would drag her down now!
Before Sierra could get a good look at the room, a very adorable fluffy orange cat ran up to them, completely frazzled, "Dear me! I forgot to ask your names! What are they?" He questioned them, brushing back his unruly fuzz of cat-hair.
Sierra smiled at the cat, barely reframing from rubbing him between the ears, "My name is Sierra Pekulear." Sierra whispered to him, as Kiana whispered cold-heartedly, "Kiana Pekulear!" Like he should have known that it was her name. Sierra rolled her eyes at her sister's obvious rudeness, directly in her view. Kiana pursed her lips together, even though Sierra had already looked away.
Sierra smiled at the cat once more, trying to soften the blow from her sister as she has always have done. The Orange Cat smiled back at her, winked, and then walked off a short distance, and Sierra turned around to get a good look of the room they were in, not before shooting Kiana a deep scowl for talking to the cat in such a way. Kiana sneered at her, before turning around. When Sierra turned around, once again, and got a good look, she gasped audibly and covered her mouth in awe. This room is magnificent! Sierra thought, glancing about.
The Floor was made of bright white marble, which shone with a twinkling light, making you wonder if it was winking at you. It had light black patches of stone in it, reminding Sierra of a Dalmatian she had once seen. A big richly red carpet was underneath Sierra's feet, leading up in the middle of the room to a small set of stairs to the Thrones that sat above it. Behind the Thrones was a wall made of pure glass with thin trimming of gold marking the places between the windows. The right was of the same, both showing a beautiful picture of the landscaped woods behind them, as well as the woodland creatures that were gaily running about in the forest. The ceiling was of pure marble, like the floor, only it was a deep blue with light paintings of fluffy white clouds, looking very much like marshmallows. The left wall, and the wall behind them, had big red velvet seats, which had curving legs underneath them, looking like copper. The wall itself was a white and black check board, with many pictures of other Disney-ians on them. The biggest picture was of King Mickey, and Queen Minnie standing royally in front of the castle. Many other Disney-ians were in the picture- like the orange cat, looking up at the two royal beings with such love in his eyes. Sierra turned back to the Thrones, looking at them with such awe. One was pure pink- Defiantly Minnie's, Sierra thought- and white, the pink and white slashing at each other, criss-crossing like they were playing tag on the chair itself. Many flowery designs were painted on the chair, seeming to float right on the chair as if they had just been pasted there with glue. Gold legs supported the chair, making it look to stand proud and regal, but shy and timid, making the person confused as it contradicted each other.
The other chair was darker, and deep blue and black with streaks of gold hinted in it. It, too, had the colours slashed about, making it seem like they were playing tag and were just thrown about on the chair at random. The arm-rest were a coppery-gold colour, as well as the legs, but they stood much more proud and regal then Minnie's chair, as if they take pride in holding King Mickey off the ground.
Both King Mickey and Queen Minnie were sitting on their two chairs. Minnie had on a bright pink dress, with white lace trimming about all the ends of her dress. White frill started around the middle of her dress, and flowed down to the bottom, where the white lace was trimming the bottom of her dress. A dark pink bow was placed above the frill, making the whole dress seem to come together. Atop of Minnie's head was a crown of flowers- all kinds of flowers, making the room smell wonderful. Her feet had on dark pink high heels, and Sierra wondered for a brief moment how she could walk around in those- As she had never found the secret to how they do it- and flowers were also placed in a ring around her seat, and Sierra guessed Minnie really liked flowers and the flower garden was hers. King Mickey, he had on his famous red and black overalls, with his pearly white buttons. Only, he had on a red cape with black and white trimming at the edge. His crown, which was nestled between his two big black mouse ears, like Queen Minnie's crown was, was a deep red with gold trimming at the bottom and a copper ornament that rose up at the top of his crown. The border near the top of his crown was white and black, like the edging on his great cape.
The two smiled at Sierra's gaping expression, then gave each other a knowing look. They waited patiently for Sierra to come back to her senses. Everyone else about the room- dogs, cats, birds and other animals- had on the very same expression as the King and Queen did. That slightly amused, kind and knowing look- like they knew a secret but couldn't tell. The other animals had on the same sort of garment as the King and Queen, although some did differ, and it looked more like what the servants were wearing. They were still smiling at the beautiful girl gawking in the doorway.
"Your majesties!" The orange cat bellowed, shaking Sierra out of her reverie, "This is Ms. Sierra, and Ms. Kiana Pekulear!"
Sierra, hearing her name being called out, hurriedly walked down the red carpet. Many of the loyal subjects milling about looked at her with curious eyes, until she reached the two Thrones. Many of the servants stood attention to this, as many had weapons ready, but relaxed when they saw what Sierra had intentioned. Sierra plunked down of her knees, and bowed down to the floor, "Your Majesties." Sierra said, her voice muffled by the floor and carpet. Sierra had always wanted to bow in front of royalty- People in books and Disney movies said it was always a great honour to do so.
King and Queen looked at each other, another knowing look passing between the two, "I think we found The One!" Queen Minnie whispered excitedly to King Mickey, and he nodded his head.
"Stand Ms. Sierra," Queen Minnie said, in a kind manner, with her smile just as kind.
Sierra stood up, and curtsied to them both, "It's so great to meet you, your majesties!" Sierra gushed, her face as happy and excited as her voice had sounded. Kiana, on the other hand, looked at Sierra's behaviour with ridicule. She glared daggers at everyone, and walked stiffly to the back wall, sliding down until her butt touched the velvet chair. There she sat, ignoring everything and everyone muttering curses underneath her breath at how Sierra had got her in this situation of being nowhere and having control over nothing. She put her head in her hands and stared evilly down at the floor, which dared to wink at her. She muttered curses about it, too.
Mickey stood up, and walked down the steps that lead to the marble floor below. Sierra stared up at him, for he was surely taller then she. Much taller in fact! Sierra had to crane her neck just to look up at him. Mickey firmly took her hand, and shook it. His voice was deep and rumbly- nothing like the voice of the Walt Disney Mickey- but nevertheless kind and gentle when he said, "It's great to finally meet you too!" His voice reminded Sierra of the gentle sea, crashing about on the rock shore- which she had visited that one summer, with Kiana. It was terribly cold, but fun as well. Kiana had bickered about the cold, and the wetness, and why someone would want to go to such a place- but Sierra had tried and tried to get her to see how beautiful it all was- as she that was the time when she wanted to try and crack Kiana's cruel shell. Sierra didn't succeed in it though, "Chessur told us all about you! And… Kiana." Mickey said, still shaking her hand.
Kiana looked up at the sound of her voice, but scowled and dropped it back down, "Oh Kiana?" Sierra called out in forced pleasantry, "Don't you want to come over and join us?" Sierra was hoping that she wouldn't want to.
"No." Kiana clenched her hands together.
"Are you sure?" Sierra asked, her relief plain on her face, as she stared at the top of her sister's head. Sierra could just imagine all the rude and mean and horrible things she would say out-loud in front of everyone- and to everyone. Kiana didn't just limit her spite to Sierra.
"I said NO!"
Sierra started towards her sister, clenching her hands together. That feeling of power was flowing through her- but she felt like she couldn't control it. It was just building up inside of her, with all her pent up anger of her sister's cruel and horrible ways. Sierra knew that if she didn't control this power it might just result in Kiana having something horrible happen to her. Sierra, even though this feeling of power was nice- Didn't want this type of power- She never wanted to stoop to Kiana's level and be cold-hearted, full on high with the power that she had. Mickey saw this, and knew exactly what was going to happen- in an attempt to stop it Mickey called out, "Yes, Chessur told us all about you! Only a few moments ago, I might add!"
It worked. Sierra turned around, and looked questioningly at the King. Her face showed some relief, and Mickey knew that the power she had, had gone back down inside of her, "He was?" Sierra asked, turning all the way around to smile at King Mickey, "Oh, your majesty! Is he still here? Where might I find him?" Sierra asked, ready to bombard the King with her various questions.
King Mickey smiled in relief, as a disaster was just avoided, "Alas, Ms. Sierra, he had just left. He only came to part with us that you were on your way here!" King Mickey suddenly laughed, and Sierra was transfixed by the nose- as some many other things she had been by. Kiana often, cruelly, joked that if a bug flew outside, Sierra would be transfixed by it, as so little it takes to make Sierra amused and delighted, "You are just as Chessur described!" He said, laughing still, "So curious, and asking a lot of questions! Yet, polite and kind!"
Sierra smiled, still transfixed by his laughter, "Glad you think so your highness!" Sierra said, but she knew that that statement was not true. Her anger towards Kiana was defiantly not kind or polite. King Mickey smiled at her, and gestured Minnie to come down. Minnie softly and delicately, like the as soft as a petal on one of the flowers she wore around her head, she descended down the stairs to stand beside her husband, "Yes, you are." Minnie concluded, shaking Sierra's hand as well. Minnie's voice was the opposite of Mickey's. Soft and quiet, just like her walk, it seemed to be as delicate as a petal of a flower, "I truly believe you to be the one!"
Sierra, having was just about to ask Mickey her question, paused to glance at Minnie, "The One? Would you mind to tell me what this One business is all about? Chessur was calling me that as well!" In a short attempt at humour, Sierra joked, "Well, if everyone thinks I'm the One, would Kiana be the Two?"
King Mickey and Queen Minnie smiled at her, as everyone else laughed, "We can not tell you," Minnie said softly, "Not yet, anyway. In a short time, you will know."
Sierra nodded her head, smiling all the while. She still found her joke quite funny, "Thank you, your Majesties." She then turned to King Mickey, a gleam of excitement in her eyes, "King Mickey, if you would mind ever so terribly, if umm…" Sierra blushed slightly. Mickey, intrigued, prodded her on. "Well, I was wondering if you could tell me the history of Disney! I would love to know!"
King Mickey smiled slowly, until his smile was so wide that it seemed to reach the beginning of his mouse ears, "Of course!" He exclaimed, sounding relieved and excited by the very idea.
Minnie rolled her eyes, "Dearie, he'll keep you in his study for days telling you every little detail! Trust me, I know." She winked at Sierra, and then lightly pecked her husband's cheek before walking down the carpet. Soon she was swarmed with the loyal subjects that had been milling around.
Kiana sitting very much alone looked up and scowled at the scene. She knew that if she didn't get out of here soon, her face would be locked into a permanent scowl. I can't help it! She thought to herself, This world is SO PATHETIC! They aren't even NOTICING ME!!! The BEAUTIFUL one out of us two! Plus, I am CERTAINLY not so… Sierra-ish! Like come on!! How come they aren't talking to me? No matter how hard Kiana tried, she couldn't wrap her mind around that they seemed to like Sierra more then her! Stupid pathetic little world! I am SO MUCH BETTER then Sierra! I'm much MORE POPULAR then Sierra EVER was at School! How dare did she take me all away from that?!! Oh why OH WHY did I have to be SO GENEROUS that day? So kind and nice?! I should have just left her down that hole to ROT! Like so many other times I have WANTED TO!!
Kiana looked up moments later and noticed that no one was there. She scowled deeply at the two empty Thrones and cursed. How DARE THEY WALK AWAY FROM ME! I AM THE ONE THAT IS SMART! BEAUTIFUL! THEY SHOULD ALL FLOCK TO ME! LIKE THE KIDS AT SCHOOL DO! I SHOULD BE THE ONES WALKING AWAY FROM THEM!!!!!
Kiana bounded up out of her seat, staring murderously at the two Thrones, her hands clenched together so tight that her knuckles had turned white and were now tinting purple. Suddenly, Sierra ran into the room, breathless and red-faced, "Oh Kiana!" She exclaimed, turning around and seeing Kiana standing there, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to forget you! I was so busy and then I…"
"No excuses!" Kiana screamed, which caused Sierra to take a step back, "You FORGOT ME! You blundering buffoon!" Kiana was half expecting Sierra to take another step back, but she didn't she held her ground. Kiana frowned at this show of independence. It's becoming a regular accordance- Does she think she'll get stronger then me?
"Kiana, I'm so sor-" Sierra started to say, her voice forced to be kind and polite.
"No! No! No! I don't want to hear it! Just find me a way to GET OUT OF THIS RAT HOLE! Then, maybe I can forgive you!"
Sierra stared darkly, defiantly at Kiana for a second too long, causing Kiana to shift her feet in agitation, as she scowled at her in anger, "This way." Sierra said, extending her hand out to the wide open doors of the Throne room. Kiana stiffly walked out the door, her shoulders and back tense with anger and irritation. Sierra followed along, her lips pursed together and her mind deep in thought.
After a few minutes, Kiana stopped and screamed in pure frustration, "Oh! Where do we go now!??" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.
"We go back a pace and go down the other corridor."
"Oh! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!?!?!"
"I did." Sierra said, her voice barely hiding the anger she felt for her sister
"Oh." Kiana said, as she turned back around to face Sierra. Sierra was staring at her with a weird look upon her face, which made Kiana extremely uncomfortable. Sierra snapped out of it, and gestured Kiana to go first. Kiana walked a head again, her head held high above herself. When Kiana passed Sierra, she whispered, "I won't ever forgive you, you know!" Sierra cocked her head to one side, her face looking curiously at Kiana's retreating back. Sierra bowed her head down, smiled slightly, and started thinking again. She thought of, if Kiana never forgave her, she could be free! Sierra could stay down here! Live in a world full of peace and wonder- a place Sierra knew she would be welcomed and safe from horrible monsters like her sister. Sierra, then, also thought of what King Mickey had told her about Disney, and how it came to be…
Alright! Another shot for Kiana! Wow, getting meaner and meaner by the second… err… SO GLAD THAT YOU'RE NOT GOING- Opps, said too much!!! XD bye!!
- Calm-Waters