Spoiled

Dire Situations

      "Gizenna! What is the meaning of this?" growled Janey sounding like an angry mother. Gizenna shook here head and wheezed, gulping down another breath.

"Dire situations. Ask Martha for-" another gasp. "-update!" The sides of Janey's mouth tightened as she faced Martha. Janey's eyes followed Martha. Left, right, left, right. Janey turned angrily and barked at Gizenna,

"Look what you've done!"

"She'll snap out of it," responded Gizenna shortly, though she sounded doubtful. Janey scowled, but after watching Martha for a few more moments, reluctantly lifted a hand in the air and closed her eyes. The blue ball of energy appeared and immediately hurtled through the air at Martha. It flew around her head a few times, then to Janey's surprise, knocked Martha between her eyes. The blue ball vanished. Martha staggered around for another moment.

"Martha..." began Janey cautiously. Martha lifted her eyes towards Janey and grinned sloppily, before face planting into the dark forest ground.

"Why, Martha? Why?" Janey groaned. She squat beside Martha and rolled her onto her back. Slapping Martha's face, Janey snapped,

"Get up this instant!" To her surprise, Martha bolted up into a sitting position, forehead colliding with Janey's.

"Ow!" Martha whined. "What was that for?" she said, pulling on a grouchy face.

"You definitely banged your head somewhere over here," nodded Janey solemnly. Janey began to breathe and said aloud, "I'm going to take this calmly-" In a split second, her cool demeanor vanished and Janey shrieked,

"You ask ME, 'What was that for? You. Are. Officially. INSANE! I've had it with you all! First Gizenna, a twelve year old, goes haywire and drags us all out into the forest singlehandedly and we find out she can SPEAK! Then you can't snap out of it and walk into every tree in the forest. You're face is more purple then an eggplant, for your info. And when I save you from being sent to the Asylum of the Insane, you wake up and say, 'What was that for? Blast! Blast! Blast all of you!" Janey raged, nostrils flaring. "Not to mention our lovely background noise!" she said pointing at the sobbing heap of frills.

"My dress, my dress! I had it specially tailored!"(she had all her dresses specially tailored) "It's missing three rubies! My poor dress, it's ripped and dirty..." *sob* "My beautiful skin, Jinia just found a cream that made it smooth! Now it's all rubbed off... I have a cut on my leg! It's going to get infected with maggots and worms and I'm going to DIE!" Abilenella whimpered and went on, "I was gagged! Me, the crown princess of the Kingdom of Amethyst. It's shameful! What would Avatharis think of me?" Abilenella sniffed pathetically.

"I am absolutely flabber-" Janey started up again.

"Hold it there." Martha stood up and dusted herself off. "I'm sorry I went all conky, Janey. But it wasn't really in my control. But there are dire circumstances I need to discuss with you. Hush, Princess." Martha prodded Abi with her foot. Abi gasped angrily, nostrils flaring, and rolled away.

"There has long been a feud between the kingdom of Amethyst and our neighboring kingdom, the Hillsene. They both wanted the Summer Star Palace. Our kingdom claimed it, and the Hillsene couldn't do anything about it, at that time," Martha began.

"Yes, I know that! Please get to the point," interrupted Janey impatiently.

"Well, it is strange that the Hillsene have become angry again. We settled this feud a decade ago, the Amethysts gave the Hillsene money or something. I don't get why the Hillsene are all over this again," Martha retorted. Janey silenced her with a glare. Martha cleared her throat and started again.