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: Asssss (LoL 'Ass . . .' kinda =) Sorry, was eating some 'Kit Kat' mini bars while writing this) planned, here, now, is Corny talking to Elyon, this time about Will's 'cousin,' Sprita! As well as a few other things not precisely mentioned (by me . . . and about what she would/wouldn't talk about next). =)

Please to be enjoying!

This chapter was created/written in October 2011.

"Audio Entry Number Five: Friday, November 3rd, Five-Fifty-Eight, P.M.:

Dear Elyon,

Today would have to have been possibly classified as 'Twilight Zone' worthy, I think. I don't know, it was just a pretty odd sort of day, at least, where it'd pertained to Will, yet again, and, also yet again, her ongoing strange behavior.

So yes, she had evidently been well enough to return to school today, thankfully – For me, at least, so I could have done the whole 'What seriously has been your damage lately?' inquisition, as I'd said in my other 'letter' to you that I would. But thanks to her extra . . . 'weirdness,' really, as well as the new visitor she'd had with her during fifth period at lunchtime when I finally saw her, I suddenly found myself rife with a whole new onset of questions to ask, namely about the aforementioned visitor.

Or, according to Will, her 'cousin.'

Oh.

But speaking of visitors, though, Elle, on an unrelated note, when I woke up this morning and headed into the kitchen to start the Cappuccino machine before getting ready for school like I always do, I'd evidently walked into a rather excited conversation between my mother and father, who both had the day off today, and together were already enjoying a cup of the 'Bone Dry' variety they usually prefer.

In fact, they were so fully in depth within their little discussion – And Cappuccinos – that they didn't even notice me until they unexpectedly heard the machine going again. I told them not to stop talking on my account, as I was heading to the shower next, anyway, but my dad involved me within his and my mom's previous talk, anyway.

Turns out, that our little Heatherfield will be playing 'host' to a bit of royalty for . . . I don't know how long, I didn't ask, and my folks didn't seem to know, anyway. I wish I could say that it was you coming back, or something, but no . . . that I'm presently aware of, of course.

The King of Marsily will be arriving here, I think he has already, and will be here on business, or something. At least that's what my parents told me. I asked them how do they know, since I don't think it was on the news yet or anything, and Dad said, 'Your father has his ways' . . . which really only amounts to knowing a few blabbermouth business colleagues, who probably found out for themselves, somehow, before letting him in on it.

But I'm sure the main reason my parents, especially my dad, had been so interested about it, is because he's probably hoping that he can somehow get an audience with The King, and get him to do direct business with my dad's bank, or something. It would, natch, mean a great deal more business overall if that happened, although not like we need it.

I mean, our family's wealth isn't about to run low any time soon, after all.

Still, this is, I suppose, a bit of titillating news. After all, I can't honestly recall the last time anything super riveting has happened here . . . well, which didn't have anything to do with 'near end of the world' matters, thanks to some loser bad guy trying to run amok about the city, or the rest of Earth, of course.

I didn't bother to bring it up with any of the girls later on today, or my other, own set of friends, seeing as I figured that they probably weren't even aware of the fact that such a country even exists. Well, I guess Taranee might know, given that she is pretty much a 'walking encyclopedia' after all – And how she, herself, had referred to herself later on today at lunch – and is one of, if not the most intelligent person I've ever known . . . even more so than I, but don't tell her that, or her usual, overall modesty might suddenly fly straight out the window.

And then, I suppose, too, that even Irma could actually know about Marsily, seeing as she is the great fan of Geography-anything, period; if her personal knowledge about 'Historical Geography,' for example, is vast enough, then it's entirely possible she might have studied after the country in passing, and its geographical changes throughout the centuries.

But I'm giving Irma way too much credit, though, I'm sure, as she is rather on the lazy side in general, especially nowadays with her increasingly slacker sort of ways within her classes. Plus, she's lately been more so preoccupied with one day making it big as a super famous radio personality, I'm forced to mention, more or less, again . . . 'sigh.'

Anyway, my point to all of this is that it's nothing against the overall aptitude of any of my friends, of course, if they really aren't aware of The King and his country; it's just that I don't think that any of them really sit around wondering about any regions beyond that of Heatherfield.

And, admittedly, I suppose I might be right there with them, since I do have a tendency to be . . . slightly self-absorbed at times, I can confess to you, and you, alone, Elle, seeing as you're my best friend. But seeing as I am quite the History buff, I would know about Marsily before now . . . or, at least, of it, since I've never really bothered to delve deeply into its full blown beginnings and all that.

And why would I? I do enjoy the aforementioned subject, true, but this country has absolutely nothing to do with me, with all due respect. No personal ancestors who hailed from there, to speak of, and no other sort of personal relations or interest tied to it, either. I have enough on my plate currently as it is, anyway, to bother learning more about it, anyway.

I'm sure that The King will come and go in like, two seconds, practically, anyway; he's most likely doing those Royal Tour events that other Royal Families do on occasion, you know, to help further build or maintain their associated, public relations with wherever they're visiting, I guess.

Just thought I'd mention it to you, is all, since it naturally isn't really every day we're granted the opportunity to have such 'very important people' pass through our city like this . . . except for you, natch.

But, back onto Will, and her mondo-bizarre behavior.

It really is an insult to me, personally, that she honestly believes that she can pull the wool over my eyes like this, you know. I may not possess the position as her best friend, or the mind reading abilities as the one who does – Possess both – but I wasn't born yesterday, thanks.

Besides, I still know Will well enough to usually know whenever something's up with her, not to mention the fact that she's generally a horrible liar. She never has managed to acquire the sort of expertise of that of more seasoned veterans, such as myself, after all . . . not that I ever lie all the time, or anything, no.

I'm just more so . . . naturally 'gifted' at it than she, I guess, that's all, you know, like if ever a situation would arise for such need to do so.

Anyway, so in walks Will inside of the cafeteria, and I'm the first to notice her do so between Caleb and I, since Taranee had just gone to the bathroom a few minutes prior, and Caleb's a guy, so naturally doesn't honestly pay much attention to anything . . . well, except to me, of course.

So here she comes toward our normally shared lunch table, not honestly looking all too worse for the wear, you know, considering that it was like this big 'Oh, my God! Oh, no!' calamity yesterday with her illness and all.

Although, she did appear as though she could have totally raffled at any moment the closer and closer she got to our table, with her companion in tow. Thank God, though, she never did grossly regurgitate anything during the entire lunch period, or else I would have so lost my appetite for like, forever, after that. . . .

And, speaking again about her . . . 'cousin.'

I don't know who she was trying to impress or convince that she had the 'cool vibe' working for her, what with the ghastly black, leather jacket she had on – And matching sunglasses kept hanging upon the outside of her chest pocket – but it really wasn't. . . .

I'm so not trying to be mean or anything, here, Elle, I swear! But you really had to have been there to see the display! As I'd said to Will after she'd gotten close enough to listen, her cousin looked like some sort of 'Biker Babe,' or some other sort of disreputable individual.

And, oh . . . my . . . God, you will so not guess what her name is, either!

'Sprita!'

Sprita!

Like, really? I'm like, so sure that's even a real name.

Hers is probably really something like, 'Mildred' or what have you, and she just tries to go by 'Sprita' to lend further credibility to her want for 'coolness.'

Pfft.

Please.

But I guess it really is an actual name, since Miss Typically Brainaic Taranee, when she came back to the lunch room and learned of her name, as well, was all, 'Oh, I believe it means 'witty,' correct?'

God, it's like, will there ever be a time where T. doesn't automatically know all the answers? I mean, seriously.

So, right. Here's the full rundown on the lowdown about Will's newfound relative, at least, 'newfound' to us, since we've never once before heard of her, which I'd also told her. Evidently the girl just moved here, all the way from San Diego, even, and was there 'shadowing' Will so she could get used to our school before she soon enrolls.

Honestly, I was feeling a bit . . . skeptic, I guess. Don't ask me why, really, since even I'm not all too certain, myself. I mean, it is just a random family member. So what if I've never met her before? It's hardly like I've met the rest of the overall Vandom Clan, naturally, or like Will – Or the rest of the girls – have met every last person within my family, either.

Hell, neither have I, if we're going to be further honest about it.

So it shouldn't have been that big a deal to have encountered a cousin of hers . . . even if it had been rather unexpected, especially since I didn't even know that her mom – Or dad, for that matter, too – even had siblings. But I guess one of them does.

And get this. Those two, Will and Sprita, I mean, are evidently quite close, too, since Sprita kept referring to her by her full name, since we all know Will can't stand it whenever anyone does, even her loved ones. And then, there was also her continually referring to Will as, rather nauseatingly, 'Cousin.' I suddenly felt like I was watching a 'Hallmarking' T.V. movie special, or something.

'Cause it's like, no family, no matter how close, goes around calling one another 'Cousin' this, or 'Sister' that. Look at Taranee and her dishy brother, Peter . . . sorry, reflex. You already know, pretty much the only one, thankfully, who's fully aware of my . . . mild, 'definitely-wise-to-keep-my-distance' attraction to him, yes, even now, after all these years. . . . A good thing he's now away at college by now, although this is his final year . . . wow. Can't believe he's already going to be twenty-two-years-old soon . . . mmm . . . older men. . . .

U-U-Uh, a-anyway!

My point was that, even though those two are super close and always have been, as far as I've always known, we never hear them refer to one another as 'Brother Peter,' or 'Sister Taranee,' like we're all suddenly living on the prairie. . . .

So it was just a bit of overkill, really, for me, anyway. Taranee didn't seem to make no never mind about it, this way or that . . . but then, she has seemed a bit distracted herself for a little while. Well, not super 'little while,' and maybe not at all. Just a hunch, I guess. Like I said, I'm neither Will's nor her 'best friend,' either, so I can't honestly say I know her super inside-out because of that, but my . . . 'Woman's Intuition,' if you will, has been tingling a good deal lately, about everyone, and everything, honestly. . . .

Arrrrrgh! I'm so sick of this! I so need a vacation, what with all this seriously unwarranted stress I'm making for myself! And the semester hasn't even been going on for very long, either! Wait until midterms, or something; then I can freak out, major, about things.

Anyway, back again, once more, to Miss Sprita. You know how I'm like, usually pretty good at detecting, or pegging, rather, different accents from others, being so cultured, and all? Yeah, well, I so caught onto hers, and told her how it didn't really sound like that of a native San Diegan. I'm just saying, you know?

I know: Kind of borderline nosy and rude of me, but really. Her accent was just so . . . so . . . glaringly different that I had to ask! And then, afterward, she lets me know that I was basically right within my observation, and that she's originally from France. So then, I'm like, okay, really? Because, as we all know, and I'd said to her, 'I practically live in France – Paris, specifically – so your accent doesn't really seem all that French to me.'

Well, that's how I'd intended upon finishing my comment, anyway, because Will so totally then ambushes me out of nowhere, and for no reason, and goes into this crazy frenzy, all about how Sprita's this supposed 'Globetrotter,' and moves around a lot, born in France but then moved to Italy shortly thereafter, blah blah blah blah.

But by then, I so didn't care anymore. Because it's like, what the hell did I do to you to deserve such 'Rarr-ness,' you know? Even just before all that, actually, she'd verbally assaulted me, out of the blue, too! Just because I naturally kept asking her majority of the questions relating to her cousin, rather than asking said cousin directly!

So, what? I'm not the only one who does such things! I only asked Will instead of Sprita, because I know Will, duh! It was just natural impulse, like I said, not to be rude or whatever. Geez.

But try telling her that!

She was all, 'Well, why not ask Sprita? She's right here, isn't she? And she has a mouth, obviously, that works just fine!' at me. Can you believe that? I didn't even think that it was before possible for Will to be so unbelievably bitchy before now, before lately, but I guess it is!

I would excuse her, and say that's it's really because of her probably continued illness that's making her be that way, but there really isn't one for such unwarranted disrespect like that. I mean, Guy! So sure!

And I so set her straight, too, because, after all, no one, friend or foe, talks to Cornelia J. Hale like that! I was like, 'Whoa! What's your problem? I can't ask questions about someone from your family I haven't met yet?' I would've said more and really laid into her, sick or not, but Sprita luckily – For Will – interrupted and answered my question, right before Will then provided further explanation, as I'd just told you.

Man . . . I'm telling you, Elle. I know it sounds truly cruel, here, but I really do wonder sometimes if it honestly isn't just because we're both Guardians that I even continue talking to Will, and probably vice versa. We are really different, after all. . . . I know that that's most probably the reason Irma even still registers upon my 'awareness scale,' I'm sure, and I get along with her a lot less than I do Will, by comparison.

Kinda makes me wonder, too, if Will's been thinking these sort of things about me, in turn. Like, what if she secretly hates me, you know? 'Why?', you might ask? I don't know, really, but I do know the possibilities are endless, seeing as I pretty much am the 'Anti-Will' for her. More popular, pretty, talented, and smarter, as we've listed before . . . in private and between you and I.

Not trying to be mean, again, you know that, but it's the truth, so that's why I'd never honestly get mad at her if she ever bothered to admit it to me one day. It's just something which can't be helped, that's all. I'm sure, one day soon, Will will have her time to shine, and feel a lot less awkward – And a lot less 'Tomboyish,' for the absolute love of God, finally – for it, as well. . . .

See how good a friend I really am? Rooting for a girl who probably envies the dickens out of me. Just call me 'Saint Cornelia!' HeHeHe!

So, anyway, tangents aside, again, the rest of that lunch period hadn't been all too eventful after that. And wouldn't you know it, I forgot, again, to ask Will what's been up with her overall? Must have been because I was still a bit too distracted from our mini-spat earlier on, I guess, I don't know.

Would have been nice to have gotten some active support from Caleb during such time, too, but even he was suddenly acting like some sort of 'Pod Person,' too, the way he pretty much remained silent throughout most of the period, and didn't really eat his food.

I did ask him after the bell rang if he was feeling all right, and he said he was, just was kinda tired still, since he had a lot of homework last night . . . which totally made me feel bad, since I did keep him on the phone for a bit longer than expected yesterday. I know how dedicated he is to his studies, just like I am, after all, yet another reason why we're so perfect together.

I just hope that he isn't coming down with anything, himself, most probably all in thanks to Will, and her choosing to come back while still congested and gross sounding. . . . But, I guess, even if it turns out she has infected my poor baby, she'll have helped give me an excuse to play 'Nurse' for him and help him feel better. . . .

Oh! So not that kind of 'nurse,' or that kind of 'feel better,' eww, oh my God! Well, not super 'eww,' of course, since Caleb and I will obviously do . . . 'that,' you know . . . have sex some day in the future, most preferably after we've already married, or, if whatever reason – Most likely because we're both just so damned hot, of course – we can't wait, then at least after we've gotten engaged.

I don't want to suddenly find myself ending up an unwed, young mother-to-be, after all, like so many tragic cases out there. Please. As if. Besides, Caleb's always been quite the gentleman about that, especially, anyway. He's never made a move on me in that way throughout our entire relationship, and I highly doubt ever will, unless I give the active 'O.K.' . . . which, I have to admit to you, Elle, has sort of become increasingly difficult to resist doing so, as we've gotten older. . . .

I mean, you should see him now! He could so totally do professional modeling, I swear! Super 'Eye Candy,' right up there with Pe – I-I mean . . . you know, other random guys, whom I don't ever bother to really check out because I have someone already!

Moving on, since I'm super sure, even as my best friend, you really don't want to listen to me go on about my impending sex life with my future betrothed.

To go back, instead, to Will's oddball behavior, she so did it again later on today, this time after school. All of us were supposed to hang out at the park, at her own suggestion, I might add, just as a way to do the 'Girl Power Bonding!' thing, since we've all been pretty busy, already.

Plus, we were supposed to use that time to actively talk about Eddie's Halloween Ball, too, since, at the time of the suggestion, it hadn't yet occurred. So we'd all wanted the proper chance to chat away about just how rockin' it had been – Which it was, although now I'm so done talking, hell, thinking about it, thanks.

So then Hay Lin starts to get all 'Oh, noes!' about Will's sudden bailing, while Irma starts racking off this list all about why she needs to stick around, which, considering who was doing said listing, also surprisingly included wanting to also know why she's been, as Irma had phrased it, 'acting like my grandmother's very skittish cat, 'Fraidy.'' Irma's grandmother, not mine, naturally.

Fairly good analogy, I thought, since, as I'm sure you can remember, during the times you'd also encountered the adorable dear in the past, the aptly named pretty kitty really is on the 'Oh, my God! Please don't hurt me!' and jumpy side every time we all see her.

And Will has pretty much been behaving the same sort of way . . . well, maybe not exact, but you understand.

Turns out that her mom had abruptly planned this 'Mother-Daughter' deal, as she'd put it, so that's why she had to skip out on our get together. And she just totally split, before giving any of us a chance to say goodbye.

See what I mean about the continued rudeness from this girl? Too bad you haven't installed a charm school of some sort at your palace, Elle, because then we all could so enroll Will as your premiere student, and she can fine tune that uncouth nature of hers, seriously. . . .

And then, to also saddle us with Matt before leaving, too, to help explain to Irma and Hay Lin who Sprita is, since they'd evidently hadn't the chance to make her acquaintanceship prior to that moment . . . or barely so, rather?

Like he – Matt – is her new errand boy, or something! Geez. Although . . . he did seem to be rather flustered after Will had briefly turned her attention onto him before leaving, to the point of even blushing a bit while he honestly partially stammered through the beginnings of introductions over the now absent 'cousin' of hers.

The last time I can remember seeing that boy react that way, around Will, anyway, was . . . Oh. My. God!

Maybe that's what's been up with her! She's just been feeling super confused and anxious because of her unexpectedly returned feelings for Matt! Duh-Uh! They have been spending a bit more time together nowadays, and he was the first one to know that she was sick, like a concerned, soon-to-be renewed boyfriend would!

And then, of course, today after school, with that whole embarrassment to have earned Will's focus like that! Oh, yeah! It all makes sense now, and what her 'more important things to worry about' comment had been about!

Case finally solved, Elle!

Damn, I'm good. . . .

Okay, so now I can so totally forgive Will, completely, for her lame behavior! Re-liking a former flame is never super easy to deal with, or is all that fun . . . at first, anyway, after all. She's probably freaking that Matt might not feel the same way again, is all; but I can't wait to let her know that it's so obvious he does, you know, after I'm able to corner her for long enough until she cracks and divulges the goods, of course.

Oooh, I love playing 'Cupid,' as you know! And, even better, I'll also finally get to know the precise reason why those two split in the first place! Probably just commitment issues, or something, on Will's part, since Matt had appeared to be the more shaken up about their parting during the aftermath than she, I can recall.

I just hope he's one-hundred percent, without a doubt, completely over it by now, so it'll make my piecing them back together much more smoothly.

Well, anyway, I guess I'd better say 'T.T.F.N.' here, and get something to eat before it gets to be too late. Thank God, too, that it's finally the weekend! I swear, it feels like this week has been going on for an eternity!

Much better 'Beauty Sleep' – Again, not like I really need it – and romantic weekend with my lovely boyfriend, here I come! And then, next week, come Monday, to be more precise, 'Operation: Reconstitute Will and Matt's Former Union' shall be within full swing!

Wish me luck, Elle!

Love, a Ton's Worth,

Cornelia."

End of Chapter Five

(A.N. Don't you just 'love' extra snoopy people? I know I do. Sarcasm, yes. LoL I always hated it whenever people in my past, especially within school, would try to assume everything, ABOUT everything, and get in my business like that. Still hate it. LoL And it always really sucked whenever it pertained to a possible crush or future boyfriend, or hell, neither, and the dude was just a friend and nothing more. Poor Will. LoL

Anyway, glad, again, that this side-story is being steadily enjoyed by you, and you can all appreciate the extra, not necessarily Will, or full blown TRG related tidbits Corny might reveal to Ellie. =) NOW, if anyone wants to do that for Irma, Hay Lin, and Taranee, feel free. LoL I keeeed, I keeeed. =) While 'stuff' has been going on for each of them, yeah, it isn't super super major where it'd warrant a third, fourth, and fifth set of side-stories. LoL 'Sides, most of whatever's going on with them has, is, or should be revealed through Corny, or Will...or Caleb, not sure. Have to ask 'they call me Mellow' Yellow 14, there. =)

But, yeah! Yayyy, for writing about good ol' Sprita, again, for me. I miss her. She's dead. Okay, so she isn't, and only got fired, but still. I miss you, Sprita! LoL And got to have Corny talk about Eli a bit, too, before everything is revealed for why he's suddenly here in Heatherfield. Yay, again. LoL

Oh, right! And again, another birthday I don't know, if ever mentioned/revealed within the comic series, since, yet again, I'd stopped reading it ages ago. Peter's. Or his active age. Again, feel free to let me know, but, also again, it's 'on print' here, so it's a done deal. LoL He's always looked to be slightly older than just 17 to me, like he's instead a newly turned 18-year-old, or something. And so, since within this overall tale, the girls are 17, going on 18, themselves, I've thus made Young Hottie Peter 21, going on 22...going on Cornelia, she so blatantly desires. LoL

Anyway! Next update...I dunno! But hopefully just as soon, again!)