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Moonshattered, Part One

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By Iyita

Created: 2009-10-13 22:21:50

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It was the celebration ball. After months of planning, there would be a ball to celebrate the princess's return. I, of course, was invited. I was going to the castle early, by special invite of Harriet. My black hair fell to my mid-back, and at the moment, I was twining it in my fingers, braiding and unbraiding it, doing mindless things and keeping busy so I wouldn't have to think about the ball. A ball.

I was going to the ball as the princess's special guest. I had nothing to wear for it. I was such a tomboy, after all! I didn't even want to go. Having hair this length irritated me on it's own, letting alone having to groom it to perfection (My mother always made me keep it this long. Our situation: As long as it wasn't longer or shorter, both of us could live).

And don't forget the dress. I would have to wear a DRESS. Every inch of tomboy was recoiling in me, yet, I wanted it to happen. A very, very, VERY small part of me wanted to. Did I mention it was extremely minute?

We came to the castle gate. Harriet was waiting with a large grin. I got out of the car (cars = faster, and we have a limited amount of time). She hugged me. "Oh, Maddie, I'm so glad I could invite you! And that you even came!"

We had been keeping letters - a thing I was extremely thankful for. Harriet was a best friend, and I liked staying in contact with her. In fact, one of her letters had helped me with Addaly returning to irritate me in any way possible. The fairy now hated me. And, I found out who had helped me - Harriet knew it was one of the gardeners who had been visiting during that time.

I'm so thankful for Harriet! If you only knew how much she has helped me… Well, you’d love her as much as I did. Now it was time to impose my dressing problem upon her.

“Harriet, I have no dresses!” I exclaimed to her. She laughed.

“You can borrow one of mine, silly!” she giggled, making me laugh too. I always had the best time with Harriet.

I followed Harriet towards her room. My girl side had suddenly been revealed, making me (mostly) excited to get all dressed up for the ball that would be in a week. But boy, in Harriet’s room, we had a BLAST trying on each other’s clothes (my suitcase was already dropped off). Harriet pretty much NEVER got to wear pants and a top, and it was interesting to mess with dresses. When we were down with all the fun and in the clothes we were originally wearing, Harriet opened a door to another (one too many!), smaller closet. She pulled out a lovely simple purple dress with an emerald on its sleeves.

“Would you like to wear this for the upcoming ball?” she asked, concealing a smile (I still saw it, though).

I gasped – it was lovely. “I’d love to!” I exclaimed.

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The week went by quickly. When I was woken up that morning and informed it was the day of the ball, I was surprised. Harriet and I had been having so much fun together. After getting into my regular tomboy clothes and eating breakfast, it was time to get beautified for the ball. I had to put up with the maids tearing and tugging at my hair and Harriet and her mother critiquing how I looked. It just about drove me crazy. When I thought I was about to explode, finally it was done.

I was escorted to the mirror. I had to gasp. I was transformed from a rowdy tomboy into a beauty queen. My hair was pulled into a bun that was tied with a purple ribbon that matched my dress. I was wearing a necklace on a silver chain that had an emerald on it. Of course I had the dress on, and shoes to match.

I gaped at my appearance. Harriet grinned in the background of the mirror. She looked smug as she said, “I told you you’d look nice.” I giggled.

“That you did,” I admitted, grinning.

“Now it’s my turn to get dressed,” Harriet said.

“And mine,” added her mother.

It wasn’t long before six o’clock that night, when the ball started. Harriet was beautiful in a red, shimmery dress that hugged her figure (but not too much – we both agree that risqué is risqué and neither of us want it!) and sparkled in the indoor light. She also had this outrageous coat on. I commented on it, and she laughed.

“It used to be my aunt’s – I think it’ll come in handy tonight,” Harriet explained as we ambled around the borders of where everyone was dancing. We continued to talk from there. So involved in our conversation were we that we didn’t even notice that we were about to smack into someone. So smack into him we did.

Shooting hurried apologies at each other and trying (but failing) to help each other up, it was not long before we ended up on a pile. The stranger was on bottom and Harriet was on top of me. Harriet managed to get up, and helped me up, grinning mysteriously at me. Oh, no.

As we helped the laughing stranger up, I looked him over. He had wildly curly red hair and some freckles on his nose and cheeks. He was wearing a typical suit, although it was brown instead of black.

“Hi,” I said, which was mimicked by Harriet and the stranger.

“I’m Maddison – Maddie,” I added.

“My name’s Harriet,” Harriet stated.

“I’m Jordan,” the stranger replied, shaking both our hands, “Harriet – are you Princess Harriet?”

Harriet nodded, grinning, and told him, “Maddie here is my best friend.” I smiled shyly.

All of the sudden, out of nowhere, there was a scream. We all looked around, bewildered. Harriet was the first to see the throne. Instead of her mother, there was a genie. Harriet looked pale.

“Azih,” she whispered with wide eyes.

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