Diaries~Marle
By Lalita
Disclamer~ *Sighs* I don't own them! I wish I did....
A/N~ Well since some people thought it was good here's the fourth chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter Four
It was amazing. Simply amazing. Marle could think of no other word to describe the Millennial Fair. There were
balloons everywhere. She had never seen so many before, not even at her royal birthdays, and they were the most extravagant
of parties. Upon entering, you came across a Race Track. Marle nearly got run over as she first entered the fair. A kind old
man helped her up and told her about the races. Apparently, you betted upon which racer was the fastest and if you won, you
got 20 silver points! Marle was so excited that she bet as soon as she found the booth and she actaully won! But Marle was
saving her points for something special.
In the center of the race track there was a lovely fountain made of marble and decorated with many beautifull
carvings. A bunch of booths were also set up around the fountain, all shouting their merchandise and sales.
Off to the right side of the track there was a Tent Of Horrors. Marle shivered as she passed. That place freaked her
out. It had a skull on the top and occasionally someone ran out screaming bloody murder. If they came out at all...
The left side was far more pleasant. There was a bell, and many men were standing in line, hoping to impress. There
were also a lot of benches, and Marle decided to sit down. Almsot all the benches were occupied by girls, young and old
alike, who were gazing at the men. Some were drooling.
As she rested, Marle heard snatches of conversation, especially about a young man named Crono.
" Oh, I do so hope he shows up..." Came a slightly high and annoying voice.
" Have you ever seen him train? Gorgeous muscles..."
" Beautifull eyes..."
And then came a defiantely old woman's voice. " Why, if I were a young'n myself, I'd lock that whipper snapper in my
room and throw away the key!"
Marle flushed a bit on hearing this talk. " It would be nice," She decided. " To be hanging around with my friends
and talking about cute guys in the summer."
She stood and slowly walked up stone steps. A streamer tripped her, and she fell. A girl about her age helped her up.
" Carefull." She cautioned. Then she smiled and walked away.
Marle marveled at how nice these strangers were being. They didn't even know her!
The excitement of the fair pulled Marle along and wouldn't release her. She was exhilerated. No one here knew she was
the princess! She could do what she wanted, when she wanted, and no one could stop her.
As she entered Leene Square, she stood, awestruck, at the sight before her.
Two pillars and an arch made of marble that shined like glass had vines creeping up the side. A few flowers had
blossomed on the vines, giving it an enchanted and mystical look. The beautifull structure supported a bronze bell, gleaming
dully in the sun. Intricate designs had been carved around the bell, making it the most wondrous bell she had ever seen. It
was said the ring of the bell was like hearing angels sing.
" So this is Leene's Bell..." Marle mused, lost in her thoughts.
And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a fantasy of some sort popped into her head, and she could not rid herself of the
image. There was a man, tall, dark, and very handsome. He was dressed in a fine suit, and he was smiling warmly at her. She
was in wedding robes, radiating happiness. They were standing under this bell, about to be wed, lost in each other.
A sudden hard, tall, and definately male form bumped into her, shattering her daydream and jerking her back into
reality.
She fell backward, landing on her butt hard. " Ouch..." She mumbled, rubbing her back. She got up and dusted herself
off. " That hurt."
She noticed the stranger was still on the ground. " Are you alright?" She asked, genuinely concerned. She got a grunt
that she assumed meant yes. The man, well, boy, perhaps, he really couldn't have been much older than she, started to get up
as well.
But Marle promptly forgot about him when she realized her pendant was gone!
Panicked, she fell on her knees and started crawling around, desperately searching for it. " Oh no...." She thought.
What if someone had stolen it? How could she be so careless!?
She still looked, mumbling things like, " Oh no, I can't believe I lost it!" And, " What am I going to do?" She took
no more notice of the stranger.
At least, not until she bumped into his leg.
He was looking down at her with a humorous expression. She hurridly stood up and met his eyes. He didn't say
anything, just held out her pendant to her. She shyly took it. " Thank you..." She said. " It's a family heirloom." She
explained.
The guy just nodded. Marle felt her temper flare. He knocked her over, and he wasn't even going to say sorry?! Did he
even have any manners at all?
But her annoyance disappeared the moment she got a good look at him. He was tall and muscled, though not
unattractively so. His spiky red hair was held back from his face with a bandanna, but still a few locks managed to fall in
front of his eyes. His eyes...The were a stratling shade of green, and held her own eyes at once. She finally tore her gaze
away and surveyed the rest of him. He had a sword, though wooden. He carried a traveling bag, as she did, and his clothes
were baggy.
All in all, he was perfaps the most ruggedly handsome man she had ever seen in her life.
A/N~ Please read and review! I need at least four reviews before I continue!
By Lalita
Disclamer~ *Sighs* I don't own them! I wish I did....
A/N~ Well since some people thought it was good here's the fourth chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter Four
It was amazing. Simply amazing. Marle could think of no other word to describe the Millennial Fair. There were
balloons everywhere. She had never seen so many before, not even at her royal birthdays, and they were the most extravagant
of parties. Upon entering, you came across a Race Track. Marle nearly got run over as she first entered the fair. A kind old
man helped her up and told her about the races. Apparently, you betted upon which racer was the fastest and if you won, you
got 20 silver points! Marle was so excited that she bet as soon as she found the booth and she actaully won! But Marle was
saving her points for something special.
In the center of the race track there was a lovely fountain made of marble and decorated with many beautifull
carvings. A bunch of booths were also set up around the fountain, all shouting their merchandise and sales.
Off to the right side of the track there was a Tent Of Horrors. Marle shivered as she passed. That place freaked her
out. It had a skull on the top and occasionally someone ran out screaming bloody murder. If they came out at all...
The left side was far more pleasant. There was a bell, and many men were standing in line, hoping to impress. There
were also a lot of benches, and Marle decided to sit down. Almsot all the benches were occupied by girls, young and old
alike, who were gazing at the men. Some were drooling.
As she rested, Marle heard snatches of conversation, especially about a young man named Crono.
" Oh, I do so hope he shows up..." Came a slightly high and annoying voice.
" Have you ever seen him train? Gorgeous muscles..."
" Beautifull eyes..."
And then came a defiantely old woman's voice. " Why, if I were a young'n myself, I'd lock that whipper snapper in my
room and throw away the key!"
Marle flushed a bit on hearing this talk. " It would be nice," She decided. " To be hanging around with my friends
and talking about cute guys in the summer."
She stood and slowly walked up stone steps. A streamer tripped her, and she fell. A girl about her age helped her up.
" Carefull." She cautioned. Then she smiled and walked away.
Marle marveled at how nice these strangers were being. They didn't even know her!
The excitement of the fair pulled Marle along and wouldn't release her. She was exhilerated. No one here knew she was
the princess! She could do what she wanted, when she wanted, and no one could stop her.
As she entered Leene Square, she stood, awestruck, at the sight before her.
Two pillars and an arch made of marble that shined like glass had vines creeping up the side. A few flowers had
blossomed on the vines, giving it an enchanted and mystical look. The beautifull structure supported a bronze bell, gleaming
dully in the sun. Intricate designs had been carved around the bell, making it the most wondrous bell she had ever seen. It
was said the ring of the bell was like hearing angels sing.
" So this is Leene's Bell..." Marle mused, lost in her thoughts.
And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a fantasy of some sort popped into her head, and she could not rid herself of the
image. There was a man, tall, dark, and very handsome. He was dressed in a fine suit, and he was smiling warmly at her. She
was in wedding robes, radiating happiness. They were standing under this bell, about to be wed, lost in each other.
A sudden hard, tall, and definately male form bumped into her, shattering her daydream and jerking her back into
reality.
She fell backward, landing on her butt hard. " Ouch..." She mumbled, rubbing her back. She got up and dusted herself
off. " That hurt."
She noticed the stranger was still on the ground. " Are you alright?" She asked, genuinely concerned. She got a grunt
that she assumed meant yes. The man, well, boy, perhaps, he really couldn't have been much older than she, started to get up
as well.
But Marle promptly forgot about him when she realized her pendant was gone!
Panicked, she fell on her knees and started crawling around, desperately searching for it. " Oh no...." She thought.
What if someone had stolen it? How could she be so careless!?
She still looked, mumbling things like, " Oh no, I can't believe I lost it!" And, " What am I going to do?" She took
no more notice of the stranger.
At least, not until she bumped into his leg.
He was looking down at her with a humorous expression. She hurridly stood up and met his eyes. He didn't say
anything, just held out her pendant to her. She shyly took it. " Thank you..." She said. " It's a family heirloom." She
explained.
The guy just nodded. Marle felt her temper flare. He knocked her over, and he wasn't even going to say sorry?! Did he
even have any manners at all?
But her annoyance disappeared the moment she got a good look at him. He was tall and muscled, though not
unattractively so. His spiky red hair was held back from his face with a bandanna, but still a few locks managed to fall in
front of his eyes. His eyes...The were a stratling shade of green, and held her own eyes at once. She finally tore her gaze
away and surveyed the rest of him. He had a sword, though wooden. He carried a traveling bag, as she did, and his clothes
were baggy.
All in all, he was perfaps the most ruggedly handsome man she had ever seen in her life.
A/N~ Please read and review! I need at least four reviews before I continue!
