A/N Well I have to say, looking on the stats page, that is one of the longest chapters I have wrote/written, (I'm no good at grammar). So you should all be very proud of me! And yes also for starting my sequel so soon! I just had some good ideas, which I have been having many many more over the time when you should have been reviewing, but I only got two! Where are all my readers from The Gateway? I'm very sad you don't want to find out what happens next! Oh well for anyone who does, here you are!

I sat on my window seat, staring through the rain at the departing carriage. How I missed my sister, she wasn't even out of the grounds and yet I missed her. I had missed her while she was here. Growing up we had always been close, even though there was two years between us, but now, since Hadanim, she'd grown-up, and away from me. She'd had an amazing adventure, with amazing people, and although it was for me, she couldn't come back to me from that. She had fulfilled a prophecy, found her true love, saved a maiden, crowned a king. Done everything a fairytale Princess was meant to. But what about me? I had been beaten, starved, it wasn't an adventure for me. So why did I want to go back there, so much.

I sighed, I guess I was jealous of Kayla, something she didn't deserve at all. I wanted my adventure, but the mirror was gone, Hadanim was gone, no more than a memory. I was probably imagining how glorious it had been, at the coronation. I was exaggerating the whole experience probably, like I always did. I got up and pulled a rough woollen cloak out of my mahogany wardrobe, it was grey and went with the rest of my outfit. My riding outfit. I pulled my black leather boots on and headed out to the stables.

"Princess?" The stable boy, Aaron said, jumping up from a hay stack, surprised.

"I'm going for a ride, don't worry I'll tack Pinto up." I strode passed the shocked fourteen year old into my horse's separate stable. Pinto was a grey mare, almost 18 hands tall. Really she was too tall for me, but I had loved her from the moment I saw her.

Once she was tacked up I led her out into the rain of the courtyard. I had to use the block to get up. I could ride side saddle, but that was for formal occasions only, no good for normal riding.

"Be careful Princess!" Aaron shouted as I cantered off into the grey rain. Everything about that day was grey, the weather, my horse, my clothes, it all matched my mood. We raced over the moors surrounding the palace, riding next to the great forest. The hood of my cape was soon whipped off and I was instantly soaked, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered, this was as exilerating as dancing was, it meant I didn't have to think.

Then I began to slow Pinto down, we both needed a rest. I walked her into the forest, to escape the rain. I was about to get off but I thought I saw a stump a little further on that would save me from jumping down, and probably falling over. So I carried on walking Pinto forward, through the trees, ducking branches. As I walked I saw it was getting mistier. Small tendrils creept up Pinto's legs and began to wrap around my feet, yet I still walked on. Soon I couldn't see anything, except the swirling mists.

Then suddenly, we stepped out of the mist, into a small glade. To one side there was a small stream, with moss covered stones next to it. I jumped off Pinto and led her to the stream where we both drank. I looked behind me and there was no mist, simple more forest. It was extremely strange. Neither was it raining. The sun was streaming into the clearing, gold, dappled by the leaves.

Suddenly I realised. The swirling mists, I had seen them before. When I was passing through the mirror into Hadanim. That would explain, but no this couldn't be Hadanim. although it was extremely beautiful. As I sat trying to work out what had happened a young man came into the clearing. He was tall, with floppy brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a loose dark blue tunic, with black trousers and black knee-length boots. A black belt was worn around his waist, with a small dagger. He was carrying an axe on his broad shoulders. He was whistling jontly as he walked, then he noticed me, and stopped dead.

"Who are you?" He asked, warily.

"I am Shaylee, and I believe I am lost." He chuckled,

"Well, Shaylee I believe you probably are," He said, mimicking my accent, I scowled. "Sorry, I'm not used to such posh people. But where did you come from? There are no settlements near here." Then he added "I should know,"

"I..." I wasn't sure where to say I had come from, or what to say at all in fact.

"Shaylee, that's pretty, named after the princess were you?"

"The Princess?" I said warily,

"Yes, you know, you must know the legends, of the Princess's from the other world. They came to save the world and crowned King Finley? Kayla and Shaylee that's what they were called,"

"Legend? I... how long ago did Finley reign?" I was beginning to feel slightly odd. Something wasn't right, a legend wasn't a few years old.

"Finley... about four centuries ago I would say, but I'm not too hot on my history, you should ask my sister about that, look you seem a little... strange, not to be offensive, but are you ok? Did you fall off your horse?" He crouched down next to me.

"I... don't know, maybe,"

"Look, why don't you come to my house, you don't seem like much of a threat, and my mother is back tomorrow, with my sister, she'll help you." He held out a rough hand to me, pulling me up. Then he took Pinto's reins and led us through the forest.

"I'm Cameron by the way," He said, smiling, soon we were came to a small cottage, it was made of grey stone and had a thatched roof. He tied Pinto to a tree then led me up to the wooden door. He pushed it open and led me into a wood-smoke smelling kitchen.

"Da, I'm home, I've brought someone with me," There was no answer, "He must have gone to market, I forgot that was today," He smiled his lovely smile, "Look sit down, I'll get you some bread, Ma left it for us, me and Da are pretty hopeless." I sat at the small wooden table and felt completely embarrassed as he brought out some bread, spread thickly with yellow butter. "Home made bread and butter, nothing better!" He placed a plate in front of me, then sat down opposite me, tucking into his own.

I realised that I was in fact ravenous and hadn't even had breakfast. So we sat companionably, munching on bread and butter in his kitchen. It was a little strange at first, but I soon found I was comfortable here.

"So, your feeling better?" He said, once he had finished, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please," He filled two glasses with milk and sat down again,

"Can you remember whether you are named after the Princess from the legend then?" He chuckled,

"I... I'm not exactly named after her, no." He frowned a little,

"Ok then... that isn't confusing at all(!)" I laughed,

"Sorry, but I..." I trailed off,

"That's ok,"

"What about you, were you born here... in Hadanim?"

"Hadanim? Why you get stranger by the minute don't you, this place hasn't been called Hadanim for a few centuries, not since the wars."

"The wars?"

He tipped his head slightly to the side and peered at me, "Haven't you ever had a history lesson, or just heard stories for that matter, I mean everybody knows about the wars."

I looked at my plate, unsure about what to say,

"Well anyway, I guess I'll explain, so I'll start with Finley shall I?"

I nodded, "Please,"

"Well, as the legend goes, The Goblin Queen was conquered by Princess Kayla and Shaylee, Finley, the leader of the revolution and his friend, Tyler, or Tynan depending on who is telling the story. So Finley ruled fairly and justly, and everyone was happy. But after a century of bliss, the Kingdom came into unrest... no-body is sure why, but there are many theories. Anyway, fairies and humans began fighting, and soon wars started, the kingdom was torn into two. Any Pixies, half-breeds, were killed by one side or the other. The Monarchy was lost, no-one knows what happened to Finley. And since then no fairy has lived South of the ruins, no human North of them."

I sat gazing at him, unable to speak... Finley was gone, it had been a few years in Galidren but centuries here. Everything had changed, and once again Hadanim was in trouble.

"Are you ok?"

"The ruins, what are they?"

"Where the Golden city used to be, before it was destroyed."

"And your a...?"

"I, and my sister are Pixies, half-breeds. That's why we live out here, East of the ruins. As far as I know we are the only Pixies left. My mother is a fairy, my Da a human. The last mix marriage I've heard of,"

"Oh, I see,"

"Probably not, my sister takes after my mother, they're both immortal... that means that one day me and my Da won't be here, and they have to go through that," He sighed, and looked down at his plate, "Lets not talk about that any more would you like a tour?"

A/N OK I can't write any more, as I feel sick, not sure why, poor me! Plus I have a head ache from looking at this screen for too long, trawling through name sites trying to find a name for Cameron, I was going to call him Kynan which I think is cool, I even typed it... then I realised, Tynan and Kynan? How un-original and I do try for original names for all my characters! Please review!