Confessions of an Earth Guardian

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. - I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Meg Cabot's "The Princess Diaries" series (even though this 'side story' of sorts isn't even really related to the series. Just don't want to hear law suit claims, so thought I'd mention it once within this disclaimer LoL). However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series.

Note: Eeeyep, she, by that I mean, Corny's back. Didja miss her? Evidently so, since this side-story's becoming another one of those 'sleeper hits.' My thanks to you. OUR thanks to you. =) And YES, I am also currently working on the main story, of course. Didn't forget about that. THANKFULLY, my 'Muse' has been making love to me nonstop lately, so I've been working on a LOT of my writings, original and fanfic-wise.

Praise Jeebus . . . FINALLY. LoL

But, yeah. Please to be enjoying this rather amusing (to me, at least) installment, before we get to the next, which will focus upon Corny's first meeting with Sprita, Will's former bodyguard/'cousin.' =)

This chapter was created/written in October 2011.

"Audio Entry Number Four: Thursday, November 2nd, Ten-Forty-Five, P.M.:

Dear Elyon,

So . . . I'm starting to suspect that my little, gross sister, Lillian, might have joined a cult . . . you know, courtesy of one of her schoolmates, or one of her ballet classmates, even.

I know. Sounds insane.

But so did such a thing as other worlds, magical powers, and gory ghoulies lurking about every corner, before I suddenly got a pretty rude wake up call concerning all of the above three years ago, natch.

So, why do I believe that someone from my own family would ever allow their minds – Even if the mind in question has always been a tad altered, anyway – to be fully corrupted and warped, you may wonder?

Because she's so been ruining my life lately, that's why!

Okay, so maybe that should be rephrased as 'ruining my life ever since she was born,' but lately it seems to be much more profound! Like, ever since her tenth birthday, you know, during the usually dreaded day of June 30th, it's like she's so totally set her sights completely zeroed in on me.

Like she's put a super bad mojo on me, or jinxed me to the extreme, or something. I bet that's what her secret birthday wish was, too, and, 'lucky' me, it'd come true for the little gremlin. . . .

This is precisely why I try even more not to think about her nowadays, let alone stay near her for too long – I mean, besides the normal reasons of hatred, of course. I figure any little bit helps, right? Since, also nowadays, I can't spend like, five minutes in the same room as that brat without something going so horribly wrong . . . quite usually at my expense!

For example, on her birthday, to start. After she'd blown out her candles, well, actually right before then, we'd gotten into yet another one of our usual arguments. No big, no surprise, really. This time it had been over the fact that I hadn't bothered to get her a gift. Well, I did give her one of those really annoying, and really tacky singing cards, which I thought would be so totally right up her alley, for all the reasons just illustrated.

And the parental units just had to jump to her rescue, and were so blowing it all out of proportion, telling me how she's just a child, and it's her birthday, her tenth birthday at that, and how it was meant to be special because it's her first 'double digit' affair, etcetera.

And, honestly, I'm like, so not caring by that point, because it was just the usual song and dance routine I always have to endure with my family, whenever 'Poor, Wittle, Defenseless Lillian' is concerned.

Different wrapping, same unwanted contents.

So, I start to 'apologize,' mainly just to shut my mom and dad up, honestly, especially since they were also then threatening to take my brand new car away for an entire month if I didn't say sorry, and if I didn't march myself right down to the toy store with the monster the following day and get her the first thing she asks for.

How unbelievably lame was that?

She already gets everything she wants, 1-2-3, and usually no questions asked, as it is! I barely ask for anything, myself, in contrast, and all I ever get in return is grief!

My not having originally gotten that infectious disease anything, even for her 'special birthday,' was to teach her a valuable life lesson! . . . . Okay, fine. So I'd mainly done it out of spite, since the whole week leading up to her stupid birthday party, filled with all of her equally annoying friends – And I had no say within whether or not I could bail and just hang out with the girls or Caleb, instead – had been an absolute nightmare.

But you don't know what it's like, Elle! You don't have a diabolical sibling, who –! . . . . Yeah. I'm . . . just going to not finish that statement, and simply ask instead that you promptly control, alt., delete that, post haste. . . .

A-Anyway, after my folks finally calmed down and allowed me to escape the kitchen – Which is where they were so busy laying into me by then, while Lillian and her party guests were having a dorky time –they grabbed the cake, which had been four tiers, I might add, oh my God, while they made me carry in the large punch bowl they'd just finished filling with Lillian's favorite strawberry-kiwi fruit juice.

Could her party have been any more tailor-made?

Bet she didn't even appreciate it in the end, the natural ingrate. . . .

Unexpectedly long story short, sorry, everyone sings 'Happy Birthday' – But me, of course, although I did mouth it, while doing my best to resist rolling my eyes too much – she pauses to make a wish, and I'm still stuck standing there, hands full of 'perfectly perfect' strawberry-kiwi fruit juice for the Wee One, like I'm her damned Ladies Maid!

I was finally able to put it down, after my dad had to make more room – Yes, make more room – on the party table, thanks to all of the various other snacks and mountains of birthday gifts already there, thanks. But on my way to the table, with me flashing my obnoxious sister a glaring look, which I'm happy to report she'd caught sight of, and immediately appeared put off, as always, my arms honestly began to feel Jell-O-ish.

And I mean, I know I haven't been able to make it to the gym as regularly as I used to, but my figure skating naturally still keeps me in pretty excellent shape. So I couldn't imagine why this not-at-all super heavy punch bowl was suddenly giving me trouble.

Unfortunately for me, it so totally did, to the point of me accidentally dropping it and spilling its contents all over my new, seventy-five-dollar blouse! My white, seven-five-dollar blouse, I might add! And onto my favorite pair of 'Jamie Shoes!'

And you know I just so had the feeling even then that it was totally all Lillian's doing! Even without our previous 'Evil-Eye' moment, which I know she can't stand! After all, it'd totally be something I'd secretly jinx her about, and hope would happen, if the shoe – The 'Jamie Shoe' – were on the other foot!

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, Elle, that birthday moment. I'm telling you Lillian's definitely put a hex on me, thanks to her cult buddies' help, because I just seem to be having more and more 'accidents' whenever I'm at home, and at home while she's around.

Tripping, falling, and even ripping or tearing a few of my all time cherished pieces of attire – Even if I'm just handling them, like trying to hang them up within my closet! I suppose in light of all of these various series of misfortunes I've been experiencing lately, I should be more sympathetic to Will and her own the other night.

You know, yes, her stupid tumble down Eddie's mansion steps, I cite for the most infinite of times!

But such events are honestly to be expected of someone like her. In fact, all of what's been happening to me on and off is to be more expected of someone like her. Will's the one with the two left feet, more often than not, not I! I'm the one full of poise and overall perfection and grace!

Which is why I know that something's up with my blasted sibling, not to mention the fact that my recent skating preliminaries totally tanked! I just found out that I'd gotten third place! Third place!

Are you joking? Are the judges joking? I know they're 'just' preliminaries, thankfully, but get real! Everyone knows that I am always number one! For everything, especially my figure skating, thank you! I did suspect that one of the judges had been bought, especially considering that I'd worked and practiced my perfectly toned buns off!

But now, I'm more so suspecting that Lillian must have made an ample plea to whatever new god she now secretly worships, just so I'd not do my usual best! You just know she'd had a hand in it, too, Elle, since I know she's always resented the fact that ice skating has always just come so naturally to me, while she honestly sucks, sorry.

And because I've always been far too busy – And important – to teach her, that's probably totally been eating away at her, as well.

But that's no need to take vengeance out on something she knows is truly important to me! One of these days, soon enough, I'm going to confront her, once and for all, and demand that she leave her evil coven or whatever for good! . . . . Just not right now, confronting her, I mean, seeing how it's pretty late, presently, and she is already asleep.

And no, I'm so not afraid of my own sister or anything, Elle! Puh-lease! I'm a Guardian of the Veil, while she's a pint-sized nobody! I'm just not in any sort of mood to deal with her directly right now, or cope with the unexpected loss of yet another treasured vestment of mine, that's all. . . .

Speaking of Guardian-related business, I know that I should be happy that things have been pretty dead within that regard lately, and I so totally am, trust me. I mean, usually, if something had come up, my dear best friend would find herself caught within the crossfire, after all, and who wants that?

Not I, naturally.

But, I feel like I could honestly go for a typical – Or atypical, now – 'Guardian Emergency' right about now, just so I can have an excuse to go to town with my powers. I could use the good work out . . . doing so has always helped to unwind me, if you can believe it.

I know, crazy, right? Fighting for my life during such times, and all.

But this whole thing with my recently discovered prelims placement, coupled with Lillian's freakish, 'Sarina, the Teenage Witch' act – Or 'Tweenage,' in her case, and trying to figure out what's been up with Will lately has just really elevated my stress levels to a near all time high.

Oh, and let's not forget the fact that I'll soon be graduating high school, with the naturally accompanied tenseness for that, and also the fact that I'm still not honestly sure where Caleb plans on going to college next year . . . or even if he plans on going, period.

We've talked about it, sure, and he has cited a few, which are thankfully close by to some of the ones I've already applied to this past summer, but he hasn't ever really seemed to be all too . . . I guess, enthusiastic about it.

I suppose it's probably because he's feeling the same sort of worries I admittedly am, myself, that middle and high school are one thing, but college is a whole different game being played, where successfully sustaining relationships are concerned, and of the long distance variety. . . .

And then, again, is also the entire Guardian continuation issue. Even if the girls and I really do have to resign one day very soon, will my lack of an Earth Guardian position cause a possible strain within Caleb's and my 'girlfriend' and 'boyfriend' status?

Like, could one of the only reasons why we've even stayed together for this long is because I'm a Guardian, and I've helped to keep his home world safe from impending harm? Like that's been some sort of cohesive bonding thing between us? . . . . Ugh. I've gotta stop psychoanalyzing every miniscule thing like this! Especially so late!

Caleb and I are fine! Duh! And I'm sure he'll eventually probably just choose a college nearby to mine, so we can do the whole driving to each others campuses every other weekend routine, like so many other university students before us.

And even if it turns out that I'll be a Guardian for life, or for another two minutes, that won't get in the way of our future, and continual happiness, either, of course! I mean, please. I can pretty much guarantee you, one-hundred percent of the way that nothing will ever come between Caleb and I, Elle, so you'd better get your 'Maid of Honor' gown ready!

Ahhh . . . mmm, sorry. Excuse the yawn, there. But I guess that that's my cue to hit the hay, as well. Besides, I want to be able to get up bright and early so I can hopefully catch Will before the first bell rings, rather than have to wait all the way until lunchtime. That is, if she's well enough to come back already, anyway.

Think she said she might be.

She'd better be, because I want a straight answer, this time, about her little 'of greater importance' remark earlier today online, or however she'd phrased it, I can't remember. I could always do for a good piece of juicy gossip, after all.

And maybe I'll just be in a better mood for it by then, too.

'Till then, hope you have a wonderful rest, yourself, babe! . . . . Or is it already morning right now for you? Or afternoon? Oh, I can never remember, anyway.

Whatever your present time as I conclude this, have a good one, Elle!

Oh! And 'P.S.'? We'll just be keeping my little divulging about Lillian's bizarre 'ability' to make me more miserable than normal between us, 'kay? The last thing I'd need is for the other girls, namely Irma, to get wind of it, and torment me about it and how it's more likely all in my head, nonstop.

Not to mention that she'd probably help her along within her little seances or whatever she's now into to make all of my bad luck happen – You know, if it really is all her doing – since they both are pretty much on the same level of infernal aggravation for me. . . .

Anyway! Keep it quiet, though, okay? Thaaaanks!

Love, to the Max,

Cornelia."

End of Chapter Four

(A.N. Why, yes, that WOULD be Lillian beginning to come into her 'unknown' powers as the Heart of Earth, indeed. =) Might make it one of the possible focal points, if I DO ever bother to answer people's request for a sequel. And yes, I realize it'd happened YEARS ago in the cartoonverse, at least, and when she was eight, and then, blah blah, she'd made Matt and posse her Regents. Oui, encore. But CLEARLY none of my tales ever really observe nor follow along with most anything established, within EITHER 'verse,' so yeah. LoL Just thought I'd change the 'coming of age' to a double digit,and didn't want to wait for typical 'thirteen' or 'sixteen,' so made it ten. =) Plus, you need more reasons to unravel Corny, anyway, seeing as she's pretty much been nothing but since the near beginning of the main story. LoL At least now we have more insight to EACH 'grievance' of hers, vs. what's naturally known – Or not known – within the main story. Maybe Lills will one day SUPER use her budding powers and turn her big sister into a Billy Goat by accident. Close enough to her zodiac sign, anyway. LoL AND she'd probably be doing Will a huge favor, since that'd then greatly increase her chances at Caleb...although she now seems much more interested within cutey-face Kenny. =) Oh, right, right. And I don't know Lills real birthday, as I've stopped reading the comics WAAAAAAAAY a long time ago, as we know, so if it were ever mentioned, even fleetingly, I naturally do not know because of this...nor rightly care. Well, right now. LoL You may tell me, but I ain't changin' it within this tale; it's already 'on paper...' so to speak. =) Just gave her Sailormoon's birthday to make my life easier, 1, I love Usagi, and it's my bigger wedding date, lol, 2, yes, it is to do a parallel between the 'awesome powers' and alliance with Earth, blah blah, 3, they're both technically princesses because of it, well, the 'technically' on Lills's end, and 4, Lill's personality seems very Cancer...ish. =) I think, anyway. So a Cancer she shall remain within this 'world.' ….Yup. LoL Okay! Done!

Ooh, ooh, no. Damn it, sorry. LoL One more thing. I'm SO 'breaking the law' here, well, MY 'law' by calling in a few favors here, but if any of you 'regulars' to my stories have, even for only one MOMENT within your lives ever just TOLERATED Barbie and her...damned, eternal pink, sugary sweetness, lol, then it'd be neat to hear feedback on my one – And ONLY,trust me lol – fic related to her...er, her movie series. I KNOW! "But it's BARBIE, woman! How can you DO this to us and ask such a thing?" Seriously. LoL But like I wrote in my A.N.s over there, I DON'T like her still, no, not even as a child, nope. Well, I did/do enjoy "Toy Story" Barbie, though. LoL Anyway, and I DID think her movies would be just as "OMG, please no" as all of those old commercials and TV shows and franchise gimmicks always had been to me to see, growing up. LoL But they've ACTUALLY decided to finally instill a GOOD deal more of moral fiber within the lass, and actually made movies you'd be okay to have your daughters of the future watch, thanks to their 'educational/confidence building' messages at the end of each. =) Yes, I did sound very 'Schoolhouse Rock,' there, although that was always kick ass to me, sorry. LoL

ANYWAY, granted, if anyone of my 'reggies,' a.k.a. 'regulars' DOES check it out...might wanna watch the movie it's focusing on...which I believe is now on YouTube for viewing. 'Barbie: Princess Charm School.' …...Eeeyep. A charm school...for princesses...and she went there...and I watched it. AND wrote a sequel for it. LoL Meh. We all knew I was quirky, anyhow. You knew this going into your reading, my writing relationship we've all had for years now, after all. =)

EITHER way/decision, thanks for reading THIS again! Update probably tomorrow...maybe...MAYBE. LoL)