Yay! Chapter 2!
Okay, since I forgot: I own nothing but my OC and the story. The universe and other characters belong to Tim Burton, the lucky sap.
Roll it, Louie!
The first thing that Kesy noticed was how far away the ground looked. The second was how small her clothing suddenly was, and the third thing was that she was taller.
"Hoo-sha!" the ex-elf exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air and pulling it back down. She looked at the cauldron that was sitting next to the soup bowl. Kesy had asked one of the deliverers to help her carry it into her house.
The ex-elf bent from the waist and just barely touched the rim of the cauldron with her fingertips. "Ha-HA! Kicked your metal ass!" she exclaimed proudly.
As Kesy straightened herself again, she became aware that the chandelier was now at least three feet above her head, which she took to mean that she had used too much black parsley and too little spider blood, but the two had straightened themselves to a happy medium so all's well that ends well and gee, her clothes would need some adjustment.
A few pages in a spell book turned and four incantations later, Kesy had a perfectly respectable black robe, wide brimmed witch's hat, a pair of hobnailed boots and a pair of striped stockings.
Now that she was clothed, housed, and decently sized, Kesy set about with a ball of yarn to make her fortune.
To explain to the lovely readers what has just happened, we shall take a moment to explain the flying leap the writer made over the time-space continuum, shredding the fabric of reality quite nicely and generally mucking things up quite a bit.
Kesy, the ex-elf, has managed to find housing, a soup bowl, a spell book, and a cauldron by using an inter-holidarity¹ form of currency. The lucret is a survivor of a time when the holidays communicated and people hopped from one holiday to another.
Needless to mention, this is not done any longer, not because it is frowned upon, but simply because nobody knows that there are other holidays anymore; the knowledge seemed to simply fade away throughout the passing of history. Mr. Burton's film opened the eyes of much of the holiday worlds. Or at least Christmas and Halloween. But that really isn't the point.
The lucret is still honored as currency in each of the holiday worlds, with each holiday thinking that it is exclusive to them. (In addition to lucrets, each holiday has a form of currency that actually is exclusive to them: Christmas happens to use pinecones, proof that money does, in fact, grow on trees. Halloween has bat wings.)
Kesy had this money due to the one bit of common sense she ever picked up: never leave home without a few lucrets tucked into your hat. As a general fact, a half a lucret is enough to buy you a hearty meal just about anywhere. Kesy had about twenty lucrets tucked into the linings of her hat, which should give you an idea of how strong and tall her hat must have been to support that much money, and how much twenty lucrets is worth.
The housing was rented for a few days, but as business picked up, Kesy was sure that the house would be hers by the end of two years. Kesy's new home was furnished and was rented from a rather pleasant, if grotesque, zombie in the residential section.
Kesy brewed the soup bowl concoction was to make herself taller, which most have already grasped by now.
Now that things have been nicely cleared up, on with the story.
Kesy walked out of her house at three minutes to midnight. Well, she actually dashed out the door and almost forgot to lock it. Sprinting through the winding lanes, Kesy nearly took a grievous wrong turn that would have resulted in her body being sliced in half. Just as the town clock bonged the twelfth hour, Kesy collapsed into a pew in the back of the Town Hall.
"Dearly deceased citizens of Halloweentown," the Mayor began with the smiling side of his face turned to the audience. "The schedule for this evening is rather crowded, so I shall let Jack get right to it."
"Thank you, Mayor," Jack said, as he stepped up to the podium. "First of all, I would like to compliment all of Halloweentown for their exquisite performance! The funds from the film will be extremely beneficial to the entire town. Towards the end of the meeting, there will be time to discuss ideas for the use of the money.
"As for now, I would like to welcome the new citizens of Halloweentown."
The audience looked rather puzzled and began looking around for whoever was the new person was. A small mummy child with one eye was the first to spot Kesy, and he elbowed his friend in the side and pointed at the witch.
Pulling the brim of her hat down slightly, Kesy tried to blend in with her surrounding so fiercely that she would have made a brilliant chameleon.
When Jack pulled the attention back to the stage, Kesy was still aware of the eyes on her.
The meeting continued through various complainants and announcements, finally ending with different ideas on the proper use of the money. Finally, Kesy gently poked up the brim of her hat, and took a close look at her surroundings.
There were distorted zombies all around her. A tree with skeletons hanging from its branches stood in the back, about ten feet away from her. Two witches much shorter than her were sitting in the front of the room, and a lady from the swamp was in the middle of the room. A few ghosts hung in the rafters. Kesy's face broke into a grin.
As soon as the meeting was dismissed, Kesy made a dash for the door. Unfortunately, a slow moving man with an axe sticking out his head blocked her path. Kesy's spine snapped straight as a fire poker when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Fully prepared to wrench somebody's arm out of its socket, Kesy spun around. Then she looked up. Then she smiled.
"Hello, your Majesty!" the witch said happily.
"Hello, miss; I was wondering if you've seen a short…witch…" the Pumpkin King trailed off.
"No. But I've seen a tall witch," Kesy replied, pointing at her hat.
"You got your hands on a spellbook, then?" Jack asked. "I was looking for you in the crowd."
"Awww. I'm touched. I was trying not to be looked at."
"Well, I'm glad you came, Ms…McClaw?"
"I'm happy I came, too, despite all the attention I've attracted. I'm just glad nobody pulled me over…well, besides you, at least. You're certainly quite popular around here, aren't you?"
"Eh…I suppose it comes with the job," Jack smiled.
"It was wonderful talking to you again, your Majesty. Do pop in sometime," Kesy said, flashing a charming smile and making to depart through the creaky door.
"Call me Jack," the leader of Halloweentown said.
The witch turned around and said, "Call me Kesy." Flashing another charming smile, Kesy stepped through the door.
The Pumpkin King tilted his head curiously, but the Mayor's requests for assistance pulled him back to reality as the attractive witch waltzed through the town.
¹ for all intensive purposes, inter-holidarity is now a word
Sorry for the crap-a-licious explanation. If you actually read it, some of it's sorta funny. Forgive it, and plese don't tell me it was (a) awful, or (b) needs to be tinkered with.
Okay, there you have it!
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