(A/N Hello, everyone! This is the new chapter. I hope you like it. Reviews are- as always- welcome.)

Chapter 13: A Very Unexpected Visit

The ExtraOrdinary Wizard, Alther Mella, had absolutley not expected to get a visit from Tantibus, the emperor, when he woke up that morning. But, Alther knew, things don't always go as you have expected them to. However, Alther now found himself speaking to the emperor in the Great Hall. Tantibus was a rather tall, skinny man. His eyes were green- the man was a wizard after all- and his hair, which now had begun to turn grey- was darke blonde. Tantibus wore a tick, red cloak (Alther had heard that the Eastern Snowplains was covered in snow most of the year) lined with fur.
"So, what's your problem?" Alther asked Tantibus.

"It's my daughter." answered Tantibus, "She's... gone."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"But, well, what can I help you with?"

"I only have a few questions..."

"Go on." Alther said.

"The first thing is: has any dangerous prisoners... well, escaped or something like that?" Tantibus asked. Alther shook his head.

"Sir, I can assure you that the safety in our prisons are great." if it had been someone else, Alther would have been much more polite. But, since he did not like Tantibus- he had no idea of why. This was very unlike Alther- he was a little bit more snappish.

"Oh." Tantibus sighed, and for a short moment, Tantibus felt sad for him. But only for a short moment. "So, has there happend any sucpicious-"

"Lord Tantibus," said Alther, "With all respect, I do not know anything that possibly could have happend to your daughter."

"Very well." Tantibus replied, "I guess I have to leave. Thanks for your... er, help."

Then, he left. Nothing more than that (which one could have expected). Immediatley, Alther felt bad. Not that he had treated Tantibus in a bad way, but something like that. The Eastern Snowplains was huge, and the Castle was really small. If the two of them would get into war... Alther shuddered. It would not be good. But, Tantibus had not war on his mind. He just wanted to find Cashmére. Quickly.

Cashmére herself were having a little bit of a tricky day. Today, she was suppoused to begin to work at Wyvald's Witchy Bookshop. She had insisted in finding it herself, therefore Marcia had left about an hour earlier than what Cashmére had done. And now, she was suppoused to go to work. Cashmére had never really had a job, she had just studied to become the next empress to the Easter Snowplains. And she had, much to her fathers dismay, became a witch. But that was on irrelevant. However, she knew where to go, which ferry she had to take and about where she had to go to come to the Wizard Way. She was wearing the sea-green tunic that Joseph had gotten for her, a belt that she had lended from Endor and her cloak. She hoped that no one would recongize her. Since Cashmére was not from the Castle, and no one had telled her where she should not go, she- very soon- got in trouble. Big trouble. She had passed outside the Port Witches house- without knowing it of course, and soon she found herself in front of a very angry, darke witch. Dianne, which was the witch's name- had not been able to sleep (the Port Witchen Coven is asleep at the day and awake at night), so she had looked out her window. And then, she had seen Cashmére. Dianne, who was quite paranoid, had thought that Cashmére moved in a very arrogant way. And, when Dianne had noticed that Cashmére was the witch, it had been the last straw. She had rushed out to confront Cashmére. And now, as mentioned, Cashmére was face to face with a very angry witch. Who Threw spells at her. No one in the Estern Snowplains would have dared to do that. Cashmére- who infact was a pretty good witch- protected herself from the spells in a, infact, very skillful way. But, after a while, Cashmére understood that if she only protected herself, it would probably go on like this forever. And forever. So, now also Cashmére begun to throw spells. She made the other witch hit the wall- it looked rather painful- and groan as she hit her head. But also Cashmére had got hurt: she had a huge cut along her arm. At last, the other witch gave in and Cashmére hurried of. What was this for a place, really?

In contrast to Alther and Cashmére, Marcia had a good day. Even though her father had passed away. Marcia was really, really sad, but she also knew that he was dead. She couldn't do anything. Not even the strongest magyk could make the dead live again. She impressed Alther with a charm- a finder, a charm that helps you find things you've lost. If you are close enough to them-that she had found in a bookshop at the Wizard Way. Five o'clock in the evening, she went back home to Endor's house. There, Joseph was waiting for her.
"Hey." he said.

"Hi." Marcia smiled at him. "How's your day been?"

"Good." Joseph replied, rather shortly. Marcia sat down beside him.

"Is everything okay?" she wondered. Joseph nodded.

"Yeah..." he said. "I'm just... nerveous."

"Why?" Marcia asked, tilting her head to one side.

"I had thought that I maybe could..." Joseph sighed, "You know... ask her out."

"Who?"

"Cashmére."

"I don't know, Jose..." Marcia said.

"Why?" Joseph asked.

"I heard- from one of the ordinaries that Cashmére's father- Augustus- was over at the Wizard Tower."

"So?"

"He was looking for her. Cashmére."

"And..?"

"Joseph, if they would find her- especially if they'd find you with her- we'd get in trouble. You know that." Marcia said.

"Yes." Joseph sighed, "I do. But maybe she looks so different-"

"Don't be selfish." Marcia said, "Her father would probably recognize her at once, wouldn't he? I know that our would have done."
They went silent. The memory of their father was too, well, fresh.

"You're right." Joseph sighed. "I just wish..."

"Endor and I could go out, instead." Marcia said, "You'd get some time alone and Cashmére wouldn't get recongized."

"Yeah, but where would you and Endor go?" Joseph, who was well aware of that Marcia did not like taverns, asked. Marcia shrugged.

"I guess that I'll have to wait and see that." she answered, smiling at Joseph.

Later on, even Cashmére came back. Joseph was already waiting for her in the hall.
"Hello." she said, watching him with a puzzled expression.

"Hi." Joseph replied, "Mind if I..?"

"Mind if you what?" Cashmére wondered, taking of her cloak.

"Mind if I, hm, ask you out?" Joseph answered, feeling extremly awkward.

"Well..." Cashmére bit her lip. She did like Joseph. But her father would not like it. Not at all. After a few seconds considering she decided that her father should not care about who she was going out with. Really.

"Yes." she replied after a while, "I'd love to... go out with you."

(A/N So, this was the chapter. And, since I have to tell someone, I read FYRE (!) last week. And it was great. I recomend it to you all. When I first begun to read it (this might involve tiny little spoilers), I almost thought that Marcia would turn, I hate to use this word, but girlish (since she obviously was a little bit in love, which sometimes makes the charachter weird. They are just... ugh). But she didn't, wich makes me happy. And I don't know why people sais that Jenna is acting as though she thinks that everything is about her. I think that she pretty much became more mature in the last book. Maybe that's just me. And I infact felt a little bad for Marcellus. Really. Honestly, it was a great book. Very well, see ya'll. Later. Hopefully.)