Okay! I'm back! It's been a while for this story.


Charlene's POV

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" we squealed at the same time. Maybeck laughed, swaying slightly as we hugged. We pulled away.

"Why? How? What are you doing here?" he babbled.

"I had to deliver this to 'Princess Charlene'" I said. "Do you know where I can drop it off for her?"

Maybeck winked. "I know just the place. Follow me."


Willa brushed her long golden hair in the mirror. She sighed happily. A date with Prince Philby! He may not think of it as a date, but she certainly does!

There was a knock on the door. "Come in, it's unlocked!" Willa called out. The door slowly opened, revealing a shadowy figure in the mirror. Willa placed the brushed down and turned around. "Yes?"

"Princess Charlene?" the figure asked.

"That's me!" she laughed. "What do you need?"

The figure threw back it's head and laughed, throwing something over Willa's head and knocking her out.


King Wayne sat on his throne, looking over some papers. He placed the papers on the arm of the throne when heard a twinkling noise.

"You are back already?" his kind voice echoed through the room. Tinkerbell landed on the king's knee and started speaking.

Wayne's eyebrows furrowed as he frowned deeply. As Tink continued, his frown grew. Finally, he stood up, knocking Tink to the ground. She twinkled angrily, her glow turning red. Wayne ignored it, looking angrier...scarier...than ever.

"She's here!" he hissed.


Maybeck POV

I opened the large doors and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing through the large room. Charlene -cough- Willa followed behind me, bowing her head. She was trying to hide her face. Didn't she realize she looks completely different now?

"I can lead you to Princess Charlene's room," I said, just in case someone HAPPENED to be within earshot. The door slammed open, and Charlie and I jumped, spinning around.

"PRINCE PHILBY!" the girl screamed.


Philby POV

I knocked on the door. "Princess? Princess Charlene, are you in there?"

No answer.


Charlene POV

"Uh...who are you?" Maybeck asked.

"My name is Jessica. Please, call me Jess. Have you two seen Prince Philby?" she asked, shaking both of our hands.

"No, why?" Maybeck raised an eyebrow.

"I'm his adviser, I need to see him right away!" she panted, out of breath. I noticed a crinkly piece of paper clutched tightly in her right hand.

"Whats that?" I asked, pointing.

"Nothing!" she quickly hid it behind her back. A good princess wouldn't harass people.

But I'm not a princess, am I? I'm just Willa, the seamstress.

I nodded at Maybeck, and he launched himself at Jess.

"NO!"she screeched, but he already had her in a head lock.

"GO!" he yelled, and I leaped, reaching for the paper and prying it out of her hands. Jess finally struggled out of Maybeck's grasp, and I started running.

"GIVE THAT BACK!" she yelled. I unfolded the paper, still running, and stopped abruptly. Jess toppled into me and crumpled to the ground. Maybeck ran over to help her up, but my eyes stayed on the paper.

"What...?" I was on the paper. I was drawn on the paper. No, not me. Willa? In my body? Or me? Whichever it was, I/Willa was tied up against a pole, unconscious.

Maybeck looked over my shoulder. "Woah..."

Jess snatched the paper back, glaring at me. "You had no right!" she stopped, and her eyes went from glaring to obvious curiosity. "I've seen you before..."

"Y-You have?" I stuttered. How did she know me? Did she know me, or did she know me? Willa/me or me/me?

"Hold on..." she took out a book and started flipping through the pages. She stopped at one. "Ah-HA!" she lifted it up for me to see. That wasn't me, that was Willa! Or me, in Willa's body? Okay, this is TOO CONFUSING!

"You need to help me!" Jess begged, putting the book away. "Princess Charlene needs help!"

That was when the door was slammed open once again.

"WILL EVERYONE STOP ABUSING THE DOOR!" Maybeck screamed, and the boy stopped in his tracks.

"I...heard I was needed?" he asked in a British accent, pushing his red hair out of his eyes.