Uhhhh....hi. Again. Is anyone getting sick of me yet?
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Vio: Hmmm...haven't actually decided on that little detail yet...but there's a lot of ideas flowing through my head, all of them very different from each other.
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Shimmer opened her eyes. The darkness surrounding her wavered.
The gold princess groaned. Her head hurt, and not just physically. It was pounding, bogged down with feelings of despair, fear, anger, and other ones that didn't belong to her.
Shimmer blinked. The surrounding area got clearer. Feeling returned to her body, under which she found a cold, stone floor.
As she sat up, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Shimmer was imprisoned in a cell, a small one with a few wooden planks held to the wall by two heavy chains. There was a small stool by the steel doors that lead out of the cell. There was also a small dish, in which had been placed a very small mouse, somewhat like the one Electra had once given to Pouncivul.
Pounce had been making fun of her, and that night a lot of the cats were gathering for dinner. Electra was helping her mother, Jellylorum, serve the mice, and had purposely given Pouncivul the smallest mouse as a payback. He had even thought it was seriously his supper.
Shimmer got up on four paws, somehow knowing that if she bothered with two, she would fall over after five paces.
"Whoa," she murmured. Since when did she know that?
Shimmer shrugged it off and walked up to the door, pushing slightly to it. Though she had expected it to be locked, the princess didn't find herself surprised when it pushed open and revealed a long hallway.
Suddenly she was flanked by a henchcat. One not much older that Puck, whom was the eldest of the kittens.
"Macavity wants to see me, I presume," she said. The tom kit was taken aback. The princess talked with such an air of confidence for just being kit-napped that it surprised him.
"Yes."
Shimmer cocked her head to the side, her big aquamarine eyes not having lost any of there former sparkle or interest. "What's your name?" she asked.
The tom kit was again taken aback. "I'm Seventy-six," he answered, not having been asked before.
Shimmer frowned. She stood up on two paws, like her guard was, and touched her paw to his.
"Tristam," she said, her mouth forming into a satisfied smile.
Tristam was in shock. He hadn't revealed his name to anyone since he came here, yet, this little princess had it by simply touching his paw.
"Umm...yeah," he said, acknowledging that she was correct.
Shimmer flashed him one of her special, sweet smiles, then turned and started walking down the hallway.
Tristam whistled quietly. Why did Macavity want someone as sweet as this princess?
Majestic was in distress as she watched Tantomile and Coricopat. She, Mistoffelees, and Munkustrap were in the mystical twins' tent, a place that, once inside, didn't belong in a junkyard. The inside was drapped in reds and purples, pleasantly cool, and had the creepy but intriguing aura of the occupants.
The twins were facing each other, each in the exact same position resting on one knee with the other leg stretched out to the side. Their paws were pressed together, brows furrowed in the exact same way in concentration.
Suddenly, Tantomile opened her eyes. She stood up elegantly while Coricopat pressed his paws together and continued searching.
"We have found her. She is at one of Macavity's many hideaways, though we cannot find the exact location. Something very close to her is clouding the vision, not letting us see the whole thing," Tantomile paused, her bell-like voice ringing in the deathly silence. "I do not fear, not yet. We have time to plan, at the moment. Coricopat is searching for ways in which might prevent us from carrying out a plan."
The mystic's eyes clouded over for a moment. Then they cleared again, and Tantomile opened her mouth once more. "One of which is the Jellicle Ball. It is certain that there is no way for us to bring the princess back in three days."
Munkustrap pondered in tought for a few moments. "I'll go talk to father. I'm sure he'll move it back for this." And he was gone.
Majestic sniffled. Misto gave her a hug. He was serving as major support right now, one of the important best friend roles.
"I'll come back later. To see if you've found anything," Magic said, her voice quiet and wavering.
Tantomile nodded and returned to her brother.
The two left silently into the unfittingly bright and happy sunshine.
"MAJESTIC! MISTOFFELEES!"
The two turned around and saw Electra and Etcetera running towards them at top speed. Magic and Misto dived aside to avoid being trampled.
"What is it?" the purple and black queen asked, her voice glum.
Etcetera sucked in a huge breath and said, "Leccy got your powers!"
"WHAT!?"
Electra blushed and looked at the ground, nodding.
"But- how?" Mistoffelees asked.
"Umm...well, when Macavity was making his little speech thingy, I just went up to his side and switched the bottles with some old peices of piping. He didn't notice, at least not to my knowledge."
Etcetera did her little excited nod and handed Misto a bottle filled with the bluish-white liquid, while Electra gave Majestic hers.
Magic's face seemed a little less depressed, her eyes a little brighter than before.
"Well, go on. I think you drink it, the stuff was sloshing around a little bit when we ran over here," Etcy said brightly.
"Surprise, surprise," Magic said quietly. Electra giggled while Etcetera looked confused.
Mistoffelees uncorked his bottle, then reached for the purple and black queen's. She let him slip it out of her hand and take the cork out of it.
"Cheers," the tuxedoed tom said, giving it back to her. He drank his. Majestic hesitated, waiting to see what would happen to Misto. He didn't change, except the special sparkle that his eyes had been lacking returned.
Magic sighed and drained her bottle. Instantly, warmth spread about her body, causing her lips to mold into a smile. "Thank you, Electra," her voice still quiet, but not so wavery.
Suddenly, two dark shadowy things darted over to them. Majestic took at step back in alarm. Tantomile and Coricopat were at their sides.
"What has happened?" Coricopat asked, his voice sounding on the edge for his sister and him.
"Umm....Electra got our powers back, and we just....uhh...drank them, I guess," Mistoffelees said, trying to find the right words.
Tantomile rubbed her temples with her paws. "Not good," she murmured.
Majestic's eyes went fearful. "Why isn't this good? Is this going to do anything to Shimmer?" she asked, her voice now stong and paniked.
"We can't be sure. But the future had changed, and in a big way," Coricopat said.
Author's Notes:
Yeah, I think I'll end it right there. Okay, now, if you're reading this, go ahead and click the little review button if you want, but then you HAVE to scroll up to the very begining and click on 'Roselna', go to my author's page and ANSWER ZE POLL!
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