Don't hesitate to review! Any ideas of what else the Heart of Earth can do are always welcome! I found on a website that Cornelia is hydrophobic! If that ever ties in with the story, I just want to say she WILL be able to swim. If anyone can think of new titles for my sappy chapters, please tell me!
Chapter Four The Aftermath
She opened her eyes blearily. What time was it? She remembered hearing that majestic voice of someone singing, and then she blacked out. She bolted up. Caleb and the others were around her in her room. What happened?" she asked, confused.
Caleb looked worried. "You passed out."
Cornelia frowned, then looked at Napoleon. "Was that supposed to happen?"
"Well it is a Heart of great power. It doesn't surprise me in the least if you are feeling overwhelmed or if the rodent botched the transfer." Cornelia shoved him off her bed, annoyed.
"Lay of the mouse, Napoleon! Besides, being a feline isn't much better."
Lillian picked Napoleon up and stroked him gently. "Don't get mad at him, Cornelia. He just doesn't like mice very much."
Will snorted. "That's the understatement of the century."
"If not the millennium," Irma added.
"Guys, guys!" Cornelia said. "Why did this suddenly become Pick On Lillian Day?"
"Because every day can't be Pick On Cornelia Day," Irma retorted.
"Hello?" Caleb said, rising to Cornelia's defense. "She's supposed to be resting. Not being picked on by her so-called friends."
"Speaking of which," Taranee said, trying to change the subject. "What do you think the Heart can really do?"
Cornelia shrugged. "All sorts. I'm not even sure there has to be a limit to it." For once, her eyes sparkled, anticipating the time she can explore what new things she could do.
Suddenly, the door opened. Cornelia was so alarmed, she fell off her bed. Blushing furiously, she let herself be pulled up by Caleb. "Girls," her father said sternly. "What's going on here?"
"Umm..." Cornelia stammered, hurriedly letting go of Caleb who was still holding on to her.
"Uhh..." Lillian spluttered, dropping Napoleon.
"Cornelia just wanted to have a little get together!" Will said quickly. "I hope you don't mind, Mr. Hale."
"No, I guess not," Harold Hale said, sounding exasperated. "Liz, I found them! They're in Cornelia's room with her friends. You know, the quintuples. Next time, Cornelia, have a slightly smaller get together, all right?"
"Yes, pops. I'm sorry." Harold sighed and closed the door. Cornelia collapsed back on her bed, relieved. Her long mane of hair the color of sunshine fanned out behind her.
"Boy was that close," Taranee exclaimed, shuddering.
"Hey guys," Cornelia asked. Something occurred to her. "How long have I been, you know, out?"
"Oh, about ten minutes." Irma waved that aside. "It would have been longer you know. Will finally decided to revive you with the Heart. Of Candracar, that is. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, why did you loose track of time? I thought it would be hours before they'd come back! You almost blew our cover!"
Cornelia sat up. "Oh, so you think it's my fault, Miss-I'm-gonna-prance-around-passing-snide-comments-to-my-mousy-hair?"
"Hey! My hair is not mousy! What about yours?" Irma countered. "It's yellow!"
"Uh, it's called blonde." Cornelia rolled her eyes.
"It's called brunette, smart one. Oops, I mean dumb blonde one."
"I'm dumb?" Cornelia's nostrils flared. "I'm not the one who didn't do my history paper. And for your information, that is mousy brown. My hair on the other hand is platinum blonde."
Irma held up her arms. "Again with the blonde!"
"Um, ok!" Will said hastily. "Shouldn't we be going now?"
"Right!" Hay Lin said. "See you tomorrow Cornelia! Bye, Lillian."
"Bye, Cornelia," Caleb said with a little wave.
"Bye, guys," Cornelia replied, deliberately ignoring Irma. "Thanks, Matt."
They all strode out of her room. Even Lillian, who said Cornelia still needed more time to rest. When did that kid become so considerate? She thought, annoyed. She walked around the room, unsure of what to do. She settled on reading. How bad could Greek Mythology get?
You know the drill. At least, I hope.
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