How to Be a Princess

How to Be a Princess ( 2 )

(Dedicated to KiraKiraSoul, thanks for being the first person to comment on one of my stories! :D )

Yawning, I rolled onto my back, into a mass of fluffiness.  Fluffiness...?  Nothing I own is even remotely fluffy.  Sitting up, I somehow managed to hit my head on the support for the canopy above the bed I had just been sleeping in.

My eyes grazed over every piece of furniture in the room, all of it was the same shade of light pink.  It appeared as if a home design catalog threw up the ingredients of a four-walled girly-girl’s dream the size of my living room.

I could feel a buzz of friendly excitement radiating from the rest of the house.  Two open doors on the side led to a bathroom and a closet, respectively.  There was a flat screen television pinned to right of a closed door, a coffee table and couch in front of it.  It was all perfect.  

Except, of course, for the fact that I had never seen the place before.

“Well, it’s ‘bout time you woke up,” a slim, black haired girl said in a thick New Jersey accent, blowing dust off of her nail file from the armchair she rested on.  “You was sleeping forever.”

“W-who are you?” I stuttered out.  “Wh-where am I?”

“Me?  I’m your genie, hon, nice to meet ya.  And this,” she gestured with her perfectly manicured hands, “is the Palace of Dianthia.  Where you live now,” she pronounced Dianthia as Dye-anh-thee-ah.

“Right,” I snorted, “I live here, in this huge ‘Palace’ with a genie.  Just take me home, you... kidnapper!”

As unrealistic as the situation was, part of me wanted to believe it.  It’d be like a fairy tale.

“Just listen, and listen close, ‘cus I ain’t repeating myself,” she sighed, exasperated.  “That coin you found, it’s Dianthian.  Since you found it on Earth, it gave you a wish.  You wished to be a princess.  Here ya go,” the genie gestured with her now filed fingernails.  “Feel free to explore.”  

Way to be blunt, my mind screamed.

“Not yet, I want to know more about this place,” I said, playing along.

“Mmkay, hon.  Well, my name’s Ruby,” she extended a hand for me to shake.  I noticed that she had a small birthmark on her wrist that looked uncannily similar to a rose wrapped around a sword.

“Like your eyes,” I mused. “They’re the color of rubies,”  I briefly shook her hand.

“Observant,” Ruby said sarcastically.  “Now, do you have any questions?  Otherwise I’d rather not stay and chit chat.”

“Yes. One, can anyone else see you?” she answered by shaking her head “no.” I nodded.  “Okay, two, do I get three wishes?”

“This ain’t Aladdin.  You get as many wishes as you want.  But, there are a few conditioners-”

“Conditions?” I corrected.

“Whatever,” Ruby sighed. “One, no wishin’ to go back to your old life; I couldn’t do that if I tried.  Two, I’m a new genie, I can’t do anything spectacular.  Three, ah, I’ll get back to you when I think of it.  Now, go, they need you at breakfast,” she disappeared immediately after speaking the last word.

I decided it couldn’t hurt to wander around until I found the dining room.  Exiting through the closed door, I found myself in a huge hallway, leading only one direction.  The walls were slabs of rock carved in intricate designs, the floors a smooth gray stone.

After following the hallway for a bit, the narrow walls opened up into a cavernous room.  Forward, where the walls narrowed in more and then out again, was the dining room.  Before heading in the direction my empty stomach urged my feet walk, a thick book on a wooden pedestal caught my attention.

I skipped over to it and read the title: History of Dianthia.

My eyes observed every detail of the inside script.

“Three thousand, two hundred, and seventy-one years ago, Prince Aragorn of Jae led the Civil War against his own father.  Along the way, Aragorn fell in love with a girl named Diana, peasant leader of the rebellion.  They married and had a child, future king, Thar.  

“In the final, bloodiest battle of the war, Diana was killed at the hand of Aragorn’s father.  Aragorn and the Rebels did gain their independence, in the end.  The new country, who decided to inhabit the isle across from Jae, was named Dianthia after the first king’s lost love.  Since then, a raging feud has burned between Dianthia and Jae.

“Legend says that Aragorn passed away while visiting Diana’s grave outside the Palace of Dianthia.  That, supposedly, released a powerful magic that is reincarnated once every-”

“Didn’t I say get to breakfast?”  Ruby interrupted my reading, appearing beside me.

“Oh, right.  I have another question, though.  This book says ‘Three thousand, two hundred, and seventy-one years ago,’ but what happens next year, is it wrong then?” I asked.

“The book is magical.  Every year, it corrects itself,” she said, clearly annoyed with all of my questions.

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I know, I know, it’s so short.  Please don’t hate me.  I have a real excuse this time.

My English teacher is going on maternity leave next week (it’s a baby boy!), and won’t be here to grade our exams.  She doesn’t trust other people to grade them, and decided to assign a very long, complicated essay instead.  

For some reason, she trusts other people to grade the essay, not the exam.  Strange.

So, I’ll be working on that like crazy and I won’t have much writing time.

On another note, I’m making The Sound of Secrets(TSOS) my priority.  It’s so much easier for me to write that one.  This is next in line, though.  And Chasing Truth(CT) is number three on my upload list.  I don’t think I’ll ever update This Little Thing Called Friendship (LTCF). :P

Stay Amazing!   -- Emmy. :D

P.S. I’ve got SEVEN FANS! :D :D :D   Woo, progress!

Woof, I guess?