Be Careful what you Wish For
You know, I may not have many fans, but those I do are very...adamant about it. Brilliant story? Thank you, sych77, but I wouldn't go nearly that far. Oh, and as always, love to my self-proclaimed number one #1 fan, Britt!
And I'm still not sure whether its very flattering, or very odd, that people like my original characters better than the main characters that its really supposed to be about, even if it is in a roundabout fashion. Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: It ain't mine. 'Nuff said. The only things I own are Sparrow and Andros, and you may use them in a story if you ask me really nicely. Bribes are always good too.
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Chapter 8: Of strange obsessions and young card sharks
Sparrow was having a very pleasant dream, involving Orlando Bloom and chocolate syrup and for some odd reason a pony doing the cha-cha, when she was most rudely awakened. Well, maybe not most rudely, but Sparrow wasn't a morning person so any attempt of waking her before she wanted to be conscious was considered rude.
Opening her eyes, her bleary vision took a few moments to focus enough to see Sarah's face hovering above her.
"Wha du eh huh?" Sparrow said intelligently.
"I need to talk to you," Sarah said, settling herself down on the bed next to Sparrow.
"Lovely, but did you have to wake me up at the crack of dawn to do it?" Sparrow asked crossly, turning on her side to be able to look at Sarah.
"It's half-past nine."
"For me, that's the crack of dawn. Now, what aspect of your and Jareth's feelings for each other do you want to discuss now?"
Sarah blinked. "Why do you think is about me and Jareth?"
Sparrow yawned. "Because its always about you and Jareth. Well, nearly always. Sometimes it's about Jareth and a Mary Sue. And there's even been the occasional one about Jareth and Toby. Which while I am an admitted slash shipper, I find that whole concept very squicky and more than once have wondered what kind of crack those writers are on. But that's just my opinion."
Sarah just stared at her. "I don't think I understood a single word of what you just said."
"No, I don't suppose you would. And it really doesn't matter. So what is it you wanted to discuss?"
Fidgeting a little before she said anything, Sarah finally blurted out her question: "Sparrow, have you ever had feelings for anyone?"
Sparrow laughed. "Sarah, dear, I'm highly flattered, but you're not really my type."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "That is not what I meant, and you know it. Have you ever, you know, had at least a crush on anyone?"
"Sure," Sparrow answered easily. "I can remember having my first crush when I was only about four or five."
"Really?"
Sparrow nodded. "Yeah. I had this big thing for Captain Hook when I was younger. I've never been sure quite why, because the video I had was of the stage version, and as anyone who has seen that knows, that Captain Hook had some interesting issues."
Sarah, for her part, didn't know whether to laugh or what. So she decided to just continue with her questioning. "Did you ever grow out of that crush?"
"No, actually," Sparrow replied. "It just became an over-all obsession with pirates in general. Personally, I blame the likes of Johnny Depp and Jason Isaacs. But we're not really talking about me, are we?"
"I have no idea what you mean," Sarah scoffed. "I just was curious, is all. Especially with how you and Andros are always around each other."
"Sure, Sarah," Sparrow rolled her eyes, before turning serious. "It's all right to love him, you know. I know a whole community of girls who would give anything to be in your position."
Sarah smiled. "Including you?"
Sparrow shook her head. "Nah. J's a handsome devil, even with the make-up and tights. But I don't really go for blondes, except for a few exceptions. I prefer dark-haired men. And don't you say a word, Sarah Williams."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Sarah said, smirking. Sparrow hit her with a pillow.
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Sparrow and Andros sat at the table in the castle library; the only sound the scratch of the old-fashioned quill pens on parchment paper.
It was part of the plan, to write notes that were supposed to be from Sarah and Jareth to each other, requesting the other's presence at a certain part of the castle. Sparrow had asked him to write the note supposedly from Jareth, so it would be in a masculine handwriting.
Having finished his note, he leaned back in the chair, looking at Sparrow. The young woman was bent over the parchment, writing carefully and neatly.
She hadn't brought up what had happened to them in the garden. He wanted to know why, but he didn't ask. For all he knew she was embarrassed, she had said so herself she had no experience with men. It was logical she would shy away after such a strong showing of affection for him.
Well, either that or she hadn't meant it the way he thought she had originally, and didn't realize it would mean anything more to Andros.
Moon and stars! All this love business was highly over-rated. Not to mention confusing. He had never had to bother about these things before, and now he didn't know how to deal with them.
So for now, he shoved it all to a corner of his mind, and concentrated on the task at hand. They would go through with the plan, Jareth and Sarah would live happily ever after, and then he could see just how the little bird really felt about it. If there was anything Andros knew how to do, it was charm a woman.
"There, done," Sparrow announced, folding the piece of parchment.
"Now what?" Andros asked her.
"Now, we get a couple of goblins to deliver the message. Then we set things up in the room. And then, we wait for things to be set in motion. Before you know it, we'll be dancing at their wedding."
"I hope you're right, Sparrow."
"So am I, Andy. So am I."
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"I see your three chips ahoy, and raise you two Oreos!"
Toby and Sparrow were seated Indian-style on top of a large table in the kitchen of the castle, with different kids of cookies scattered around them and cards in their hands. It had surprised them both, to know the Goblin King had such a liking for Aboveground cookies, but they didn't complain. And as they couldn't find any chips to use for their game of poker, they improvised.
"I call," Toby said. "What have you got?"
"Flush, in diamonds!" Sparrow crowed triumphantly, laying down her cards. "Beat that, kiddo."
"All right," said Toby, laying down a full house. Sparrow gasped.
"What are you two doing?" Sarah asked. The two jumped, not having noticed her joining their company.
"Well, at the moment, I'm losing at poker to an eight year old card shark," Sparrow said crossly.
Toby just grinned unrepentantly.
"So what's up?" asked Sparrow. Sarah handed her a familiar note, though Sparrow pretended she hadn't seen it before.
"'Sarah'," Sparrow read aloud. "'There is something we need to discuss, in private. I will be in the room three doors down from my study, at six o'clock this evening. I will be very pleased if you would join me.' And it's signed Jareth. So what?"
"So what? That's all you have to say, is so what?" Sarah cried, incredulous.
"I think you should go," Toby piped in.
That made Sarah pause. She turned to her brother. "You do?" Toby nodded. Sarah turned to Sparrow.
"Go, Sarah," Sparrow said. "You two have to work out your issues eventually, right? So go. It's five now, so go back to your room and make yourself all pretty, and go meet J. Now, not another word out of you. Go."
Surprisingly, Sarah complied. As soon as she was out of the room, Sparrow and Toby grinned at each other.
"Well acted, Toby," Sparrow said. It had taken Sparrow a while to explain to the boy about how his sister and the Goblin King felt about each other; Toby was a bright boy and had understood it in the end. "Hey Toby, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Toby replied, nibbling on one of his 'winnings'.
"Why did you wish your sister away? I don't think you ever mentioned it."
Toby shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "I found the book when I was looking through Sarah's old things. I didn't think the words would really work."
Sparrow smiled. "Nobody ever does, kiddo."
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Jareth's brow furrowed, looking at the note he had been given.
"Jareth," it said. "We need to talk. I'll be in the empty room three doors down from your study, where I know we will not be disturbed. Meet me there at six o' clock tonight. Please don't be late."
And it was signed by Sarah. He had to wonder, just what she wanted to speak to him about. Well, all right, he had some idea. But allowing himself to hope such a thing would be folly.
He came to the room, which Sarah had specified. It was true, they would not be interrupted here, it was just an empty room with no purpose, that no one ever went into. She had chosen well.
Entering, the Goblin King was shocked upon what he saw. The barren space had been transformed, with candles everywhere softly lighting the room. And there was a table set with all finery and what he took for food kept warm up silver chafing dishes.
Jareth smirked, adjusting his jacket, before sitting down. He had dressed especially nice, in a silver-gray silk shirt and black jacket edged in silver. He had even 'ditched' the tights for the evening, at Andros's urging, for a pair of black leather trousers. He looked every inch the handsome king, and he knew it.
He thought about pouring himself a glass from the wine chilling in a bucket of ice, but decided to wait for Sarah. He had arrived a few minutes early, so he had gotten there ahead of her.
Finally, the doorknob turned. He heard Sarah gasp, and he looked towards her.
What with the vision presented to him, Jareth was glad he had decided against pouring himself some wine. For certainly, he would've dropped the glass in his surprise.
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Sarah had spent a good ten minutes trying to choose what to wear, before she finally went back to the kitchen and practically dragged Sparrow back to help her.
She was nervous. More than nervous. Just what did Jareth want to talk to her about?
Well, all right, she had an inkling. But she wasn't sure she was ready for it. Yes, she had fantasized about this happening when she was younger. She would admit that. But she was an adult now. Fairy tale endings didn't happen for adults.
Still though...
Finally, with Sparrow's help, she was ready. Her dress was simple, but beautiful, made of a pale blue-gray silk, cut off the shoulder and narrowing down to her waist, before flaring out in a long skirt. On her feet, she wore a pair of silver slipper-shoes that shimmered when they caught the light. As for accessories, Sarah wore a necklace of a single glittering teardrop diamond, and a matching pair of earrings. Sparrow had fashioned her hair into a low bun secured by a diamond clip, a few tendrils of hair left loose to frame her face.
Glancing at their reflections in the mirror, Sparrow smiled. "You look like a Princess. Or should I say Queen?"
Sarah would have given a retort to that, but her mind was too busy wondering about what was going to happen.
Not wanting to walk there alone, Sparrow accompanied Sarah to the door of the room. She gave Sarah's hand a reassuring pat, before stepping back.
"Don't worry, Cinderella, you'll be just fine. And there's no midnight curfew to worry about for this story."
Sarah did smile at that. "Would that make you my fairy Godmother?"
Sparrow snorted. "Sure, why not? Now go on, your Prince Charming is waiting for you. Though I suppose I should say King Charming. And he's not really all that char...oh, forget it. Just leave me with my babbling and go on."
Gathering up her courage, Sarah turned the knob. She gasped upon entering, as who could blame her upon seeing what she did. From the candles, to the white rose petals scattered on the floor, to the table set for a romantic meal for two.
Her eyes finally met those of the Goblin King's, and Sarah knew she must be blushing.
She knew one thing for certain. No matter what else happened, this would no doubt prove to be an interesting evening.
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Unbeknownst to the Goblin King and his lady fair, Sparrow had not left once Sarah closed the door. Instead, Andros, who held a large key in his hand, joined her. Made of silver, not iron, of course. Because we all know iron and Fae do not mix.
Very quietly, he turned the key in the lock of the door, and waited until he heard a soft click before taking the key out again and putting it in his pocket.
"So, now what do we do?" He asked his companion.
"We wait," she answered, and settled back on a large cushiony pillow Andros had magicked for her to put against the hard stone wall, and he did the same. He conjured a crystal, before pausing.
"I have an idea..." he said, before tossing the crystal on the floor. In its place, was a fair-sized television, showing the images of Sarah and Jareth in the room behind them.
Sparrow laughed softly. "Andy, you're a genius. Comfy seats, television...all we need now is popcorn."
And before she knew it, there was a large bowl of popcorn in her lap. Andy took a handful, winking at her.
"It's all about the details," he said. Then he sighed. "I hope this works."
"It has to," Sparrow replied. "Or it'll be both our heads."
"There you go, with that optimistic attitude. You really know how to make a guy feel better, Sparrow."
Sparrow grinned. "I do my best."
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Yes, things are finally heading towards a resolution. There won't be that many chapters left, though I'm not sure the exact number I have to go. It tends to change, as the muse makes me add a scene here, or take out another here. But at any rate, I can see the ending in sight. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and remember...
"Please leave a contribution in the little review box"
Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan
You know, I may not have many fans, but those I do are very...adamant about it. Brilliant story? Thank you, sych77, but I wouldn't go nearly that far. Oh, and as always, love to my self-proclaimed number one #1 fan, Britt!
And I'm still not sure whether its very flattering, or very odd, that people like my original characters better than the main characters that its really supposed to be about, even if it is in a roundabout fashion. Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: It ain't mine. 'Nuff said. The only things I own are Sparrow and Andros, and you may use them in a story if you ask me really nicely. Bribes are always good too.
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Chapter 8: Of strange obsessions and young card sharks
Sparrow was having a very pleasant dream, involving Orlando Bloom and chocolate syrup and for some odd reason a pony doing the cha-cha, when she was most rudely awakened. Well, maybe not most rudely, but Sparrow wasn't a morning person so any attempt of waking her before she wanted to be conscious was considered rude.
Opening her eyes, her bleary vision took a few moments to focus enough to see Sarah's face hovering above her.
"Wha du eh huh?" Sparrow said intelligently.
"I need to talk to you," Sarah said, settling herself down on the bed next to Sparrow.
"Lovely, but did you have to wake me up at the crack of dawn to do it?" Sparrow asked crossly, turning on her side to be able to look at Sarah.
"It's half-past nine."
"For me, that's the crack of dawn. Now, what aspect of your and Jareth's feelings for each other do you want to discuss now?"
Sarah blinked. "Why do you think is about me and Jareth?"
Sparrow yawned. "Because its always about you and Jareth. Well, nearly always. Sometimes it's about Jareth and a Mary Sue. And there's even been the occasional one about Jareth and Toby. Which while I am an admitted slash shipper, I find that whole concept very squicky and more than once have wondered what kind of crack those writers are on. But that's just my opinion."
Sarah just stared at her. "I don't think I understood a single word of what you just said."
"No, I don't suppose you would. And it really doesn't matter. So what is it you wanted to discuss?"
Fidgeting a little before she said anything, Sarah finally blurted out her question: "Sparrow, have you ever had feelings for anyone?"
Sparrow laughed. "Sarah, dear, I'm highly flattered, but you're not really my type."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "That is not what I meant, and you know it. Have you ever, you know, had at least a crush on anyone?"
"Sure," Sparrow answered easily. "I can remember having my first crush when I was only about four or five."
"Really?"
Sparrow nodded. "Yeah. I had this big thing for Captain Hook when I was younger. I've never been sure quite why, because the video I had was of the stage version, and as anyone who has seen that knows, that Captain Hook had some interesting issues."
Sarah, for her part, didn't know whether to laugh or what. So she decided to just continue with her questioning. "Did you ever grow out of that crush?"
"No, actually," Sparrow replied. "It just became an over-all obsession with pirates in general. Personally, I blame the likes of Johnny Depp and Jason Isaacs. But we're not really talking about me, are we?"
"I have no idea what you mean," Sarah scoffed. "I just was curious, is all. Especially with how you and Andros are always around each other."
"Sure, Sarah," Sparrow rolled her eyes, before turning serious. "It's all right to love him, you know. I know a whole community of girls who would give anything to be in your position."
Sarah smiled. "Including you?"
Sparrow shook her head. "Nah. J's a handsome devil, even with the make-up and tights. But I don't really go for blondes, except for a few exceptions. I prefer dark-haired men. And don't you say a word, Sarah Williams."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Sarah said, smirking. Sparrow hit her with a pillow.
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Sparrow and Andros sat at the table in the castle library; the only sound the scratch of the old-fashioned quill pens on parchment paper.
It was part of the plan, to write notes that were supposed to be from Sarah and Jareth to each other, requesting the other's presence at a certain part of the castle. Sparrow had asked him to write the note supposedly from Jareth, so it would be in a masculine handwriting.
Having finished his note, he leaned back in the chair, looking at Sparrow. The young woman was bent over the parchment, writing carefully and neatly.
She hadn't brought up what had happened to them in the garden. He wanted to know why, but he didn't ask. For all he knew she was embarrassed, she had said so herself she had no experience with men. It was logical she would shy away after such a strong showing of affection for him.
Well, either that or she hadn't meant it the way he thought she had originally, and didn't realize it would mean anything more to Andros.
Moon and stars! All this love business was highly over-rated. Not to mention confusing. He had never had to bother about these things before, and now he didn't know how to deal with them.
So for now, he shoved it all to a corner of his mind, and concentrated on the task at hand. They would go through with the plan, Jareth and Sarah would live happily ever after, and then he could see just how the little bird really felt about it. If there was anything Andros knew how to do, it was charm a woman.
"There, done," Sparrow announced, folding the piece of parchment.
"Now what?" Andros asked her.
"Now, we get a couple of goblins to deliver the message. Then we set things up in the room. And then, we wait for things to be set in motion. Before you know it, we'll be dancing at their wedding."
"I hope you're right, Sparrow."
"So am I, Andy. So am I."
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"I see your three chips ahoy, and raise you two Oreos!"
Toby and Sparrow were seated Indian-style on top of a large table in the kitchen of the castle, with different kids of cookies scattered around them and cards in their hands. It had surprised them both, to know the Goblin King had such a liking for Aboveground cookies, but they didn't complain. And as they couldn't find any chips to use for their game of poker, they improvised.
"I call," Toby said. "What have you got?"
"Flush, in diamonds!" Sparrow crowed triumphantly, laying down her cards. "Beat that, kiddo."
"All right," said Toby, laying down a full house. Sparrow gasped.
"What are you two doing?" Sarah asked. The two jumped, not having noticed her joining their company.
"Well, at the moment, I'm losing at poker to an eight year old card shark," Sparrow said crossly.
Toby just grinned unrepentantly.
"So what's up?" asked Sparrow. Sarah handed her a familiar note, though Sparrow pretended she hadn't seen it before.
"'Sarah'," Sparrow read aloud. "'There is something we need to discuss, in private. I will be in the room three doors down from my study, at six o'clock this evening. I will be very pleased if you would join me.' And it's signed Jareth. So what?"
"So what? That's all you have to say, is so what?" Sarah cried, incredulous.
"I think you should go," Toby piped in.
That made Sarah pause. She turned to her brother. "You do?" Toby nodded. Sarah turned to Sparrow.
"Go, Sarah," Sparrow said. "You two have to work out your issues eventually, right? So go. It's five now, so go back to your room and make yourself all pretty, and go meet J. Now, not another word out of you. Go."
Surprisingly, Sarah complied. As soon as she was out of the room, Sparrow and Toby grinned at each other.
"Well acted, Toby," Sparrow said. It had taken Sparrow a while to explain to the boy about how his sister and the Goblin King felt about each other; Toby was a bright boy and had understood it in the end. "Hey Toby, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Toby replied, nibbling on one of his 'winnings'.
"Why did you wish your sister away? I don't think you ever mentioned it."
Toby shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "I found the book when I was looking through Sarah's old things. I didn't think the words would really work."
Sparrow smiled. "Nobody ever does, kiddo."
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Jareth's brow furrowed, looking at the note he had been given.
"Jareth," it said. "We need to talk. I'll be in the empty room three doors down from your study, where I know we will not be disturbed. Meet me there at six o' clock tonight. Please don't be late."
And it was signed by Sarah. He had to wonder, just what she wanted to speak to him about. Well, all right, he had some idea. But allowing himself to hope such a thing would be folly.
He came to the room, which Sarah had specified. It was true, they would not be interrupted here, it was just an empty room with no purpose, that no one ever went into. She had chosen well.
Entering, the Goblin King was shocked upon what he saw. The barren space had been transformed, with candles everywhere softly lighting the room. And there was a table set with all finery and what he took for food kept warm up silver chafing dishes.
Jareth smirked, adjusting his jacket, before sitting down. He had dressed especially nice, in a silver-gray silk shirt and black jacket edged in silver. He had even 'ditched' the tights for the evening, at Andros's urging, for a pair of black leather trousers. He looked every inch the handsome king, and he knew it.
He thought about pouring himself a glass from the wine chilling in a bucket of ice, but decided to wait for Sarah. He had arrived a few minutes early, so he had gotten there ahead of her.
Finally, the doorknob turned. He heard Sarah gasp, and he looked towards her.
What with the vision presented to him, Jareth was glad he had decided against pouring himself some wine. For certainly, he would've dropped the glass in his surprise.
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Sarah had spent a good ten minutes trying to choose what to wear, before she finally went back to the kitchen and practically dragged Sparrow back to help her.
She was nervous. More than nervous. Just what did Jareth want to talk to her about?
Well, all right, she had an inkling. But she wasn't sure she was ready for it. Yes, she had fantasized about this happening when she was younger. She would admit that. But she was an adult now. Fairy tale endings didn't happen for adults.
Still though...
Finally, with Sparrow's help, she was ready. Her dress was simple, but beautiful, made of a pale blue-gray silk, cut off the shoulder and narrowing down to her waist, before flaring out in a long skirt. On her feet, she wore a pair of silver slipper-shoes that shimmered when they caught the light. As for accessories, Sarah wore a necklace of a single glittering teardrop diamond, and a matching pair of earrings. Sparrow had fashioned her hair into a low bun secured by a diamond clip, a few tendrils of hair left loose to frame her face.
Glancing at their reflections in the mirror, Sparrow smiled. "You look like a Princess. Or should I say Queen?"
Sarah would have given a retort to that, but her mind was too busy wondering about what was going to happen.
Not wanting to walk there alone, Sparrow accompanied Sarah to the door of the room. She gave Sarah's hand a reassuring pat, before stepping back.
"Don't worry, Cinderella, you'll be just fine. And there's no midnight curfew to worry about for this story."
Sarah did smile at that. "Would that make you my fairy Godmother?"
Sparrow snorted. "Sure, why not? Now go on, your Prince Charming is waiting for you. Though I suppose I should say King Charming. And he's not really all that char...oh, forget it. Just leave me with my babbling and go on."
Gathering up her courage, Sarah turned the knob. She gasped upon entering, as who could blame her upon seeing what she did. From the candles, to the white rose petals scattered on the floor, to the table set for a romantic meal for two.
Her eyes finally met those of the Goblin King's, and Sarah knew she must be blushing.
She knew one thing for certain. No matter what else happened, this would no doubt prove to be an interesting evening.
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Unbeknownst to the Goblin King and his lady fair, Sparrow had not left once Sarah closed the door. Instead, Andros, who held a large key in his hand, joined her. Made of silver, not iron, of course. Because we all know iron and Fae do not mix.
Very quietly, he turned the key in the lock of the door, and waited until he heard a soft click before taking the key out again and putting it in his pocket.
"So, now what do we do?" He asked his companion.
"We wait," she answered, and settled back on a large cushiony pillow Andros had magicked for her to put against the hard stone wall, and he did the same. He conjured a crystal, before pausing.
"I have an idea..." he said, before tossing the crystal on the floor. In its place, was a fair-sized television, showing the images of Sarah and Jareth in the room behind them.
Sparrow laughed softly. "Andy, you're a genius. Comfy seats, television...all we need now is popcorn."
And before she knew it, there was a large bowl of popcorn in her lap. Andy took a handful, winking at her.
"It's all about the details," he said. Then he sighed. "I hope this works."
"It has to," Sparrow replied. "Or it'll be both our heads."
"There you go, with that optimistic attitude. You really know how to make a guy feel better, Sparrow."
Sparrow grinned. "I do my best."
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Yes, things are finally heading towards a resolution. There won't be that many chapters left, though I'm not sure the exact number I have to go. It tends to change, as the muse makes me add a scene here, or take out another here. But at any rate, I can see the ending in sight. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and remember...
"Please leave a contribution in the little review box"
Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan