Author's Note: Wow, people are liking this! I hope I haven't messed up Celestina's character. Normally I won't be able to get my chapters up this fast, but I was able to this time. Let's hope my writing spree continues. And without further ado, here is the second chapter.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine. Metty is not mine. Celestina is not mine. Lord of the Rings is not mine. In fact, anything you can recognize is not mine, and probably all the things you *can't* recognize aren't mine either.
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Chapter Two: Meeting Metty
Metty was not concerned about having a long day ahead of her. Why? Because she was asleep. And when you are asleep, you generally aren't concerned about things like that. Or at least, you don't realize you are. It's when you wake up that you start worrying.
Her alarm clack yawned. It was bored. It was really bored. It had been watching Metty for what seemed like hours. It hadn't had any sleep for what seemed like forever.
It blinked its eyes. They were closing. It was sleepy, so…slee…The word 'sleepy' trailed off in the middle and became a yawn.
"No! Must…stay…awake…until she *yawn* wakes *yawn* up. Oh, forget it. I can't wait and waste my time, it's too precious.
The alarm clock (which was, incidentally, purple and gold and Celestina Windbreaker) snapped its imaginary (in this form imaginary, at least) fingers.
The purple-and-gold alarm clock disappeared with a *POOF* and a shower of glitter, to be with a more ordinary looking black one. A few seconds later, Metty disappeared with a similar *POOF* and a similar shower of glitter.
Metty woke up in what seemed to be a throne room. Well, it kind of looked like one anyway. It was big, had lots of columns, and polished marble tile. Of course, it also had a desk, and unless the throne was a padded leather swivel chair, it looked like an office too.
She couldn't decide which it was. Office or throne room, throne room or office? Throne office? Not that it was important, but it was something to think about.
There were lots to think about, mused Metty. The throne office, for one (although it was most likely the least important one. How she got here—where 'here' was. Those were more important—and slightly more worrying—questions.
There was a lady sitting on the chair, she noticed. The lady had perfect, flawless, skin, and flowing black hair. You could practically hear her personality, and it said, "Stubborn, aristocratic, thinks she owns the world, and if you get her annoyed you'll find that she has the power to make your life a living hell."
Celestina looked up and stared at Metty. Metty stared back. Metty stopped staring first, however, simply because it is really hard to outstare a goddess with purple and gold eyes.
"My name is Celestina Windbreaker, and I am the Goddess of Mary Sues," the lady said.
"Cele-what?" Metty asked.
Celestina rolled her eyes and heaved a dramatic sigh. (She was always big on theatrics.) "Celestina. The Goddess of Mary Sues. And I have chosen you to be my Mary Sue."
"Okay. Let me get this straight. You're the goddess of something I've never heard of—"
"Mary Sues," Celestina interjected.
"—and your name is Celestina Something-or-other (of the famous Something-or-other clan)—"
"Windbreaker," Celestina said, annoyed.
"—and you're saying that you've chosen me for something I don't remember volunteering for?"
Celestina smiled pleasantly—or at least, what was supposed to be pleasantly. What it actually did was blind Metty, not make her feel reassured. "Precisely."
"And *why* was I chosen? You couldn't have found someone who *wanted* to be a Mary-thing-a-ma-bobber?"
"Well, if you must know, I choose you because—" she stopped and glared at Metty. "Oh no, I'm not telling you. I remember what happened last time I told my Mary Sue my reasons. She shatters my dreams to pieces! Very inconsiderate, I call it. And after all the trouble I'd gone to finding her, bringing her here, and providing her with the best OOC Legolas I could find…er, make."
Metty raised her eyebrows. "Okay then."
"So, it's all settled. You are to be my Mary Sue. It's quite an honor to be chosen by me, you know."
No, I'm not. Thanks for the offer; I don't want that honor. Find someone else to be your Mary Sue. Have a nice day." With that, Metty started walking towards where she had last seen the door.
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Author's Note: Well, I like this chapter better than my last one. Stay tuned for the next episode of…*theme music plays* MarySue Mockfest2004: Pirates of the Caribbean! Metty learns that Celestina doesn't take "no" for an answer. She also learns just how powerful said goddess really is…
The Noble Platypus: Glad you liked your birthday present. That was the main reason I refrained from posting it until earlier. I'm glad you think I'm doing a good job with Celestina; she's the character I'm most worried of mangling. Did you know Norway's princess was born January 21, 2004? Your birthday!
Spoofmaster: I know what you mean. ; )
Anamaria Elentari: Don't worry, I will! I'm glad you want more of el story-o!
Hirilnara: The rest is coming!
Skimbleshanks, the Railway CAT: You might find out more about Celestina's sister, if I can ever find a name for her. Any name suggestions are welcome…I'll update as often as possible, no fear!
Ember Firedrake: Thanks for the compliment. I'm glad you like the intro chapter. I hope you like this chapter also!
chuckleup-buttercup: Well, I can't finish it yet, because I haven't written all the chapters and I only have a vague idea of what's going to happen, but I can update!