Glazed Part Twenty-Eight

"Y'all, I've learned nothing from a week without YouTube," she said, as she watches Rhett and Link eat deep fried lemons.

Yeah...So.....

*clears throat*

I don't think we need to talk about that.

GLAZED NOW!!!!

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In Diddle Pop Land, Prince Cedric handed out cloaks for the people who were trapped in the kingdom.
“Please, have a cloak,” Cedric said and gave one to a woman.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” She said, draping it around herself.

Sprinkles flew down from the ominous brown clouds, and the weather was abnormally cold, especially for summer. Cedric gave a cloak to another person, then the Duke of Ice Creamtown stalked up to him.

“Prince Cedric!”

Cedric turned to face the angry duke.

 “Are we expected to just sit around and freeze to death, while we let a princess with no experience in tracking down people go out and search for this rogue queen?”

Cedric sighed. “Princess Emma has given her orders-”

“That, too!” the duke shouted. “Has the thought ever occurred to you that she might be conspiring with the sorceress to destroy us?”

“Don't question her motives. She has put me in charge over this sprinkle saturated kingdom, and I will not hesitate to protect this kingdom from treason,” Cedric argued.

The duke gasped. “Treason?” he stammered. “I-I meant nothing by it. I just... never mind.” The duke lowered his head, clearly annoyed with that implication. Cedric frowned, but any further discussion was cut off by a horse whinny and the sound of people gasping. He turned to look behind him, and a horse burst into the castle courtyard, coming from the forest.

“Princess Emma's horse!” someone hollered. The spooked horse screeched, rearing. Cedric put out his arms in attempts to calm the horse. It settled down, eyes still blazing with fright, and Cedric grabbed its reins.

“Where did you come from?” he asked the horse quietly as he stroked its muzzle with a gloved hand. He gazed out to the forest.

Emma was in trouble.

“Take the horse to the stables,” Cedric ordered a servant. The servant took it away, and Cedric faced the crowd.

“Princess Emma is in trouble. Who will come with me to find her? Who will be courageous enough to brave this weather? I need volunteers,” Cedric declared. Some men shouted that they would join him and stepped forward.
“I volunteer two men!” The duke shouted suddenly. Cedric gazed at him, searching the duke's expression. The duke gestured to the two guards who followed him everywhere. Finally, Cedric nodded. He looked away from the duke and back to the preparations. He couldn't hear the duke's quietly order his guards, “If you spot the Queen-” The duke placed a hand around his throat mindlessly. “You know what you must do.”

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OOH HOO HOO!!XD

Cliffhanger of sorts??? LOL! I'm planning on posting this a lot more often now, but I had totally forgot about it...XD
-Emma-

AUTO CORRECT YOU ARE SO STUPID, LEARNED IS A WORD! WHAT????

P.S. I'm a bit hyper....





Glazed Part Twenty-Seven

Hi everyone!
Can you believe how many parts there are to this series? I am really curious to know just how many there are...

If you have never read any of Glazed, there is a page for it where you can read all of the parts.:)

Now to GLAZED!!XD

 

Emma, Wes, and Crumbles pushed on through the mountains to where Wes said the North Mountain lay. At one point, Emma looked back from where they had begun and she spotted Jaclynn's castle, nestled deep down below the mountains. It seemed to be completely covered in hardened glaze and Emma shivered.

“Dee's kingdom,” she sighed. Wes noticed her absence and walked back to her.

“Wow. It's completely glazed,” he breathed.

Emma thought for a moment. She couldn't bare to see it like that, and what if Jaclynn wouldn't fix everything? She stared at the sprinkles on the ground that she knew was caused by Jaclynn's magic. Emma turned back to the path and shook her head. She couldn't doubt Jaclynn, but the worry continued to gnaw at her.

What if?

***

Emma and Wes could finally see the North Mountain in the distance. At least, they should have been able to. Thick caramel colored clouds blocked the view from where they were and Emma couldn't make anything other than a vague silhouette of the mountain. They hiked through the mountains, Emma's legs killing her, when they came across a lake that had hardened from the unnatural cold, but it wasn't clear. It had a beige tint to the water and pink, blue, and orange sprinkles were frozen in the lake. Trees were covered in sprinkles and Emma gasped. She could smell the donut smell beckoning her and she took a deep breath of the delicious air. Crumbles constantly licked the ground, tasting the sweet toppings that covered the ground. Now he was licking the trees, where sappy glaze had stuck to the trunks and branches.

“This is beautiful,” Emma noted, and Wes nodded his head. She heard a sigh.

“It really is beautiful.”

Emma whirled around and stared at Wes. He looked at her with the same look.

“Hello?” Emma asked, searching the scene around her, “Is anyone here?”

“Well, yeah,” the goofy voice said.

“Then show yourself!” Wes demanded.

“Uh, I am! Look down!”

Emma's eyes immediately shot to to the ground and she jumped. There in front of her was a Donut Man, the kind she and Jaclynn would make out of the snow. Or was it snow? She felt like she should remember, but there was nothing in her mind except a tiny itch, as if something was supposed to be there.

“Hi, I'm McGlaze!”

Emma took a step back and raised her hand to her mouth. “McGlaze? As in, the Donut Man we had made when Jaclynn and I were kids?” She dipped down and sat next to him.

“Mhm!” He nodded his head. Emma gazed at him. He had a yellowish orange complexion, the color of glaze, three jagged sprinkles coming out from his head, one yellow, one red, and the other pink, blue eyes, a silly grin, and a donut as his body. Emma smiled. He looked just how they had created him. Back when they were best friends. Tears burned in her eyes but she shook her head to clear her vision.

“But how are you alive?” Emma questioned, scrutinizing him.

“Dee made me! That's all I know,” he replied, “Why are you so curious?”

“Because...It's not everyday that you get to meet a Donut man,” Emma laughed.

“And, she needs to find Jaclynn. Can you help at all?” Wes asked. Emma thought on what he said. He excluded himself from the journey. Would he decide to leave her at some point in the trip?

“Of course! I know exactly where Dee is! Come on everyone!” McGlaze shouted and he waddled off, Emma, Wes, and Crumbles on his heels.

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I hope you liked this part, it really wasn't that long.;)

I am so proud of myself, I think the last four posts I've made (this one included) haven't had Star Wars in them! YAY!XD But I'm gonna break that chain with the next post...;)

-Emma-

Glazed Part Twenty-Six

Hi everyone!

Wow! It's been so long since I posted a Glazed part! If you need to have a refresher of what happened last time, here's the link- LINKEDY LINK LINK.

“What?” Emma cried, straining her eyes to see through the filmy fog for whipped cream wolves as Wes had said. Spoiled? Emma shuddered. Becoming a spoiled food was a nightmare of all of the dessert people. She had never seen a spoiled food and she didn't want to. They were said to have lost their minds and became crazed.

“Go, Crumbles, go!” they both urged. Flashes of green, brown, and white whizzed by them and Emma could smell the stench.

“Ugh! Is that what they smell like?” Emma gasped, gagging. Wes nodded and bent over the back of the sleigh, where the supplies were. He fumbled with a torch and light until the torch lit up. He handed the torch to Emma and she grabbed it with gloved hands. She could smell the spoiled wolves gaining on them. She twisted to face the wolves and waved the torch.

That's when a wolf came into view.

Mostly gray with black spots and green streaks, the wolf was horrid. With a foaming mouth and scraggly fur, it looked just as insane as Emma had been told. And there were more with it. She couldn't hold back her shudder as she inched as far away from the edge of the sled as possible. A wolf lunged for the sleigh and Wes grabbed an unlit torch and whacked it in the jaw. Emma grimaced when she noticed several teeth fall out of the beast's mouth.

“Don't get bitten! Their bites are poisonous!” Wes advised as he hit another on the head. It's spotted body fell off the sleigh and Emma kicked a wolf which was climbing up the side. She knew that if one of them bit her or Wes, then they themselves would become spoiled, too. Her heart sped up. Her wolf fell off the sleigh, unconscious. The wolves began to fall behind inch by inch, but a new problem was arising. Emma glanced at where they were heading and she gasped.

“WES!” warned Emma, grabbing hold of his sleeve. Ahead of them was a gorge and Crumbles was racing there, the wolves still in pursuit. Wes whizzed around and his eyes widened.

“Jump, Crumbles!” he ordered. He grabbed Emma and threw her onto Crumbles sugar coated back. Emma clutched his harness, biting back a scream.

Wes cut the rope tying the sleigh and Crumbles and Emma gasped.

Was he going to fall into the gorge?
But her thoughts were cut short as Crumbles pushed off from the edge of the gorge and sailed to the other side. Emma's heart caught in her throat and her insides felt like they had left her body. Crumbles landed and she was almost thrown off balance from the impact. He ran a couple more steps farther for safety then looked back to see where Wes was.

The sleigh had lost its momentum and only got a couple feet out when it began to plummet into the gorge. Wes threw himself out of the sleigh, his arms outstretched. He managed to grasp the edge of the cliff and pull himself up with the help of Crumbles and Emma.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked. He gazed down to the gorge where the sled had crashed.

“Yeah.” He groaned, burying his face in his hands.

Feeling guilty, she looked down the cliff spotting the remains of the crushed sleigh.

“I'm sorry about that.” Emma hesitated. “I'll go now, and you don't have to help me. You've already helped me get this far. When I get back to my castle after this I will send you a new sleigh and all of the things inside of it, I promise.” She took a deep breath. “Bye.”

Emma turned to the forest and continued hiking when Wes sighed and yelled, “Wait. We're coming.”

“Oh!” Emma turned around. “Thank you! I really am sorry about your sled, but I'm glad you decided to come.”

Wes trudged to her and lifted a pack he had grabbed from the sled before it had fallen.

“I'm only coming so I can guarantee a new sled. ”

Crumbles pushed in between them and Emma draped her arm across the reindeer's back, ignoring Wes' remark.

“This may be the start of a beautiful friendship!”

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I hope you enjoyed this part! I had fun editing it, since that's what I do for every part before I post it even though I have already edited it once before.;)

-Emma-

P.S. My spellcheck says that "spoiled" isn't a real word. Sometimes, spellcheck isn't right.XD

Glazed Part Twenty-Five

Hi everyone!:)
YAY FOR THE NEXT PART OF GLAZED!XD

They whizzed through the mountains and Emma could barely catch her breath.

“Hang on, we go fast!” Wes cried. Emma gripped the sleigh in front of her and gulped in a breath as the air burned her cheeks.

“That's okay, the faster we go the faster we get to Jaclynn,” Emma replied, but her voice was carried away by the wind.

“So, what made the queen go all magic crazy?” he questioned as he steered Crumbles through the maze of sprinkles and glaze.

“Oh, well, it was my fault, I guess,” Emma sighed and grabbed her cap from falling off, “I got engaged and then she was worried for me and freaked out since I had just met him that day, and she said she didn't think I should marry him but I disagreed and we-” Emma was cut off.

“Wait. You got engaged to someone you had just met... that day?” Wes asked, gazing at her like she was insane.

“Yep, so, she got upset and I got upset then she tried to walk away and it was just so frustrating that she kept leaving me and so I grabbed her hand to try to stop her from leaving again, but I ended up just ripping her glove off-”

“WAIT. You got...engaged... to someone you had just met that day?” Wes exclaimed, gawking.

“Yes!” Emma cried, exasperated, “Stop interrupting, please! As I was saying, she wore the gloves all the time, so I didn't even know why she wore them, except for some crazy fantasies I imagined up-”

“But how could you even think about marrying a stranger?” Wes cut in again.

“Wes, oh my gosh, stop interrupting me! But, if you have to know so badly, Cedric is no stranger. We are in love,” Emma crossed her arms.

“Really? How can you know who he truly is if you've only met him the day of? Do you even know his last name?”

Emma grimaced, “Fine, I'll amuse you, but you are acting just like Jaclynn! His last name is...of the Pastry Isles...”

“Favorite food?” he interrogated.

“Pastries,” Emma fibbed.

“Best Friend's name?”

“Gus!”

“Eye color?”

“Brown!” Emma exclaimed. Something she actually remembered.

“Foot size?”

“How in the world would I know that?!” Emma shouted.

“Have you even had a meal with him yet?” Wes asked, looking at her, “What if you don't like the way he eats, what if he eats with his mouth open?”

“Ew!” she screeched, “He is a PRINCE!”

Wes raised an eyebrow.

“Those things don't matter! If it's true love, which it is, you can look past all that stuff!” Emma said.

“You mean their personality, their character, who they are inside?”

“No! Would you stop questioning my choices? It's true love and that's that!”

“I don't think so,” Wes disagreed.

“It doesn't matter what you think. Are you an expert?” Emma snapped.

“No,” Wes replied and looked down at his reins and out into the forest, “but I have friends who are.”

Emma bit back mean remarks, but her eyes rolled, “You have friends who are love experts? I'm surprised you even have friends.”

He frowned, having heard something. Wes' eyes searched around him and Crumbles slowed his pace, his ears twitching.

“What? What's wrong?” Emma asked, her heart beating faster. Wes didn't reply. He sniffed the air. “What?” she shouted.

“Shhhhh!” he hushed her. Emma gazed around at the forest. She didn't see anything.

“Crumbles, go!” Wes snapped his reins and Crumbles bolted.

“What's going on, Wes? What is it?” she shouted, her hair flying as they tore through the forest.

“Spoiled whipped cream wolves.”

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Bwahaha! Cliff hanger!XD You'll get to know what spoiled whipped cream wolves are in the next part.:) Yay!

-Emma-



Glazed Part Twenty-Three

Hi everyone!:)
Yay for Glazed! I finally got around to doing the drawing for this part and it took forever.;) I hope you like it!

 

Emma had walked for hours in the cold sprinkles when she spotted smoke coming from a clearing in the trees. Emma gasped and stopped her shivering.

“Fire!” Emma cried and she stepped toward the clearing, then slid down a sprinkle covered hill surprisingly elegantly for someone so gangly. She hurried to the shack that came into view as she made her way to it.

Emma stood in front of the hut and she cocked her head to the side. Hopefully they were open. She opened the door and a blast of warm air washed over her. She shivered and stepped to the register.

“Hello, do you have any winter dresses and boots?” Emma asked, pointing to the window. Icy cold sprinkles tumbled to the already sprinkle covered ground.

“It's over there,” the man at the register, who seemed to be a churro, said and he gestured his hand to the far corner. Emma shuffled to the back of the little store.

“Uh, I was just wondering, has anyone else come by here? More specifically the new Donut queen?” Emma questioned as she looked through the scarce choices of apparel. She saw a dark brown dress with a tan cape and cap and grabbed it, along with a pair of boots that looked like they would end up being too big.

“No, sorry. The only one crazy enough to be out right now in this weather is you,” Emma frowned and placed her outfit on the table. The door behind her creaked open then slammed shut.

“You and him,” the man added. Emma twisted around to see a man in a thick, brown and tan sweater and pants dusting sprinkles off from his clothes. The pattern on his sprinkle-stained shirt was swirled together and Emma guessed he was a coffee cake. He was tall and muscular but other than that, Emma couldn't tell much about his appearance. A cap covered his head and a piece of brown cloth covered his nose and mouth.

He walked over to the two and he glared at Emma.

“Move,” he said through his mask. Emma grimaced.

“Excuse me?” she remarked, but she scooted to the side. The man rolled his brown eyes and pointed at the shelf that was lodged in the desk.

“I needed something in here,” he explained. Emma crossed her arms and muttered something under her breath.

“A real wacky storm don't'cha think? What could be causing it? Where could it be coming from?” the man at the desk asked, obviously more enthusiastic to talk to a man. The man put a throng of carrots on the desk and grabbed supplies from the winter department as he processed the question.

“The North Mountain,” he replied as he walked back to the desk. Emma contemplated his answer. Where was that? Was that where she should look for Jaclynn?

The cashier counted all of the prices of the items from the sprinkle covered man and he said, “That is forty.”

The man scrunched his face together. “What? No, make it ten!” he demanded.

The cashier snorted and looked at the things the man had gotten. “I'm sorry, but that's just not going to work. We have a supply and demand problem going on because of these being from the winter supply...”

“You want to talk about supply and demand issues, I sell ice for a living!” the man exclaimed.

“Oh gosh! That's-” Emma cut in, listening to the conversation. She looked at the man who gave her a bitter glare, “-that's too bad..”

The cashier shrugged, “Still forty.”

“I only have ten, come on. Help me out,” he pleaded. The cashier stared at the supplies and he shoved the carrots to him.

“Ten will pay for that only. There,” The cashier said.

 

“Hey, could you tell me just one thing. What was happening on the North Mountain? Would you say it was-” Emma fluttered her fingers, “-magical?”

The man rolled his eyes and pulled down his face mask.

“Yes, now would you stop cutting in, I need to deal with this crook!” he replied. The cashier's eyes widened and he stood up from his chair.

“What....did you call me?” he asked in a dangerously slow and quiet tone. The man said nothing, but looked helplessly at the cashier's size.

“If I am such a crook, then get out of my shop and don't buy anything!” the cashier shouted. He grabbed the man and burst through the door and chucked him outside.

“DON'T COME BACK!” he finished and strode back into the shop.

“Sorry,” he grumbled and set aside the carrots and supplies.

“You just want these two things?” he asked and gestured to the dress and boots.

“Um...” Emma's eyes darted from the supplies to the window where she could spot the man getting up and brushing himself off. She knew that the man knew more than she did about navigating and that he could get her to the North Mountain. She bit her lip and stared at the supplies. She knew what she had to do.

 

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YAYY!!! KRISTOFF!!!XD But his name isn't Kristoff, FYI.;) The next part I think we introduce him....And Sven...Who is also not named Sven.XD

-Emma-



Glazed Part Twenty-One

Gooday, mate!XD

I am here with Glazed! YAY! And I rechecked and the "scary thing" happens in the part after this one, so I was wrong again. LOL!;D

But anyway, here's Glazed-

P.S. I have three drawings for this part, woah.XD

 

Jaclynn took another step up the mountain. She was lost, she was cold, and her feet were killing her. Turning to look at how far away she had ran, Jaclynn gazed out at the view. The far away castle did nothing but glisten in the moonlight. She turned back to the mountain and couldn't help to feel anything other than sad. But the night was growing colder and she would be needing a place to stay. She sat down and buried her face in her hands, when she felt the warmth of her glove against her freezing cheeks. She stared at her gloved hand and sighed.

How long would she continue to hide from everyone? How long would it take for someone to find her? What would they do if she did find her?

Jaclynn's eyes widened as she thought of the gruesome possibilities. She continued thinking about what could happen until she couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop this right now,” She whispered to herself, “I need to stop worrying about people finding out about this. I need to let go of my fear-”

Jaclynn gazed at her hands and stood up, smiling, “-and embrace my power as a gift. Like when I was a child.” Jaclynn ripped her glove off and flung it into the sky. She unfastened the clasp on her cape and let the heavy cloak fall to the ground. She walked away from the cape and she felt her spirit lighten as the weight of her fear slowly slid away.

She walked farther up the mountain, then imagined a glaze staircase, and she pushed the magic surging inside her out of her hands. The staircase appeared just as she imagined it and she raced up it. Grinning, she scanned the area at the top of the staircase and an idea formed in her head. Jaclynn brought her hands up and let her powers do the rest. A castle made of hardened, icy glaze twisted up the side of the mountain and Jaclynn wove her hand through the air, guiding its walls and ceiling into place. This was to be her new home, where she could stay and be safe from the others. As the castle finished its last touches, she thought about her old home and Emma.

She choked back a sob and shook her head. She reached up to her tiara and fingered the donut charms that hung from the gold crown. She squeezed her eyes shut, then thrust it away.

She wasn't going back. They had nothing to offer her.

Pushing away her past felt freeing and she continued remaking her new self, spirit soaring. She grabbed the donut pin that kept her hair in a tight bun and ripped it out, letting her curls fall around her shoulders as the headache embedded in her skull finally relented after so many years of the same painful hairdo. She flicked her hands around her dress and a colorful new dress began to grow from the bottom of the skirt until it reached her throat. The magic swirled around her head and the dull blue sprinkles in her hair changed into a rainbow of colored sprinkles.

Jaclynn walked out to the terrace, eyes blazing with power as she felt her magic forging inside of her, setting her free. And Emma was safe, she thought with satisfaction and a tiny shard of pain. The sun rose from behind the hills and Jaclynn grinned. Now she was how she was meant to be.

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Um, yeah. So, I have no idea what to say now, so bye!XD

-Emma-
OH WAIT!!!!
I wanted to show this drawing I did of Ahsoka Tano! It's especially for Addy, since she loves Ahsoka as much as I do!;)

That is all.;)





Glazed Part Twenty

Woah, twenty parts so far? That is so many!:D

 

 

Emma pushed past the guards and ran after her, her hair flying in the night wind.

“Dee! Dee! Wait! Stop! Please, Jaclynn! Stop!” She shouted after her, but she didn't even know if she could hear her. Jaclynn came to the edge of the fjord and her foot touched the very edge of the water, turning it into hard milky glaze. Jaclynn's eyes grew wide but she heard the shouts of her friend drawing closer. She knew she had to leave if she ever was to have freedom. She touched the fjord with her shoe and it hardened instantly. She faced the forest of trees ahead of her and sighed. She began to run on the water, glaze hardening it each step she took. The glaze spread across the whole fjord until it was completely hardened. Jaclynn struggled through the forest and out of sight from the castle.

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Emma and Cedric hurried back to the castle courtyard in a daze. Emma walked with her head down and Cedric followed her trail. As they entered the courtyard, the villagers were staring at the sky in awe and horror. They held out their hands to the air and Emma noticed for the first time that little rainbow specks were falling from the clouds.

“Sprinkles?” A woman shouted.

“Yes, sprinkles!” Another replied. Emma raised her hand and a pink sprinkle fell onto it.

“Did you know?” Cedric asked her. Staring at her hand, Emma shook her head.

(ugh, big hand.XD)

“No.” Emma couldn't believe it. Jaclynn had donut powers. And they just had a terrible fight. Emma had to go after her. Her pride was bruised, but she had to talk to her and fix it.

“Look! IT'S SNOWING! It's snowing with her evil power! The Queen has cursed this land!” The Duke of Ice Creamtown shouted, then turned to one of his cream colored body guards, “She must be stopped, you have to go stop her!”

“Wait! No!” Emma exclaimed. The duke gasped as he whizzed around, a blur of white against the dark courtyard.

“YOU!” He screamed, pointing at her, “Did she cast her witchcraft power onto you, you have always been here every summer....learning witchcraft, are you her apprentice?”

“No!” Emma shook her head, “I'm just a normal Cookie.”

The duke looked skeptical.

“Besides, Jaclynn's not a monster-”

“She practically killed me!” The duke cut in. Cedric raised a finger.

“Uh, you only slipped,” He justified. The duke crossed his arms and scowled.

“This is all a misunderstanding!” Emma stated, trying to calm down the two irritated men, “I started the fight, so I am going to go after her and set things right.”

Cedric's eyes widened and he touched her shoulder, “What?”

“Bring me a horse!” She ordered to a fretful servant. The servant raced away to the stables.

“Emma, you can't! It's too dangerous!”

“She's not dangerous. I'll bring her back and everything will turn out just fine.”

“I'm coming with you,” He remarked.

“No,” Emma replied, she didn't know why she didn't want him coming, but she didn't, “Uh, I need you to stay here and watch over her kingdom for me and keep an eye on the duke.”

“On my honor,” He said, bowing his head, but he remained frowning at the thought of letting her go alone. The servant came back with a chestnut colored horse that had white hair and Emma hopped up onto the pink and cream saddle and clasped a cloak around her neck.

“I leave Prince Cedric in charge. I will be back,” Emma gazed down at Cedric, “I promise.” He nodded and Emma felt her heart flutter. He was so handsome. She smiled down at him, then kicked her horse into a gallop out of the royal courtyard.

***

So, Emma is off on her journey and an especially scary thing is destined to happen soon...Something that didn't happen in the original Frozen...That's right! My story is only inspired by Frozen, not a carbon copy!XD

I hope you liked this part!:)

-Emma-



Glazed Part Nineteen

Hi everyone!:)

The next part of Glazed, YAY! I finally did the sketchbook searching for this picture, because I knew I had a drawing pre-made for this part, I just didn't know where. LOL! But I found it and now I present to you, Part Nineteen...

*lights go down*

 

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Jaclynn greeted a man and a woman as they came near to her.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty!” the woman said.

“Thank you,” Jaclynn replied stiffly. A fast movement in the corner of her eye got her attention, and she turned to see Emma and a man wearing a red, white, and tan suit approach her.

“Dee! Uh, I mean Queen. Me again. May I present to you- Prince Cedric of the Pastry Isles.”

“Your Majesty,” he greeted with a bow.

“I would like to introduce you to my fiance! We are going to get married!” Jaclynn took a step back.

“Marriage? Fiance?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes!” Emma giggled.

“Um, I'm sorry. I'm confused. How do you know Prince Cedric?”

“We met today and we fell in love and he just proposed, well, we haven't worked out all of the details yet, of course- Oh, wait. Would we live at my castle?”

“Absolutely!”

“Woah, woah, Emma!” Jaclynn exclaimed, waving her hands.

“Oh! We can invite all twelve of your brothers to come to my castle! Of course I have the room!”

“Wait. Slow down! You really shouldn't-” Jaclynn's eyes flicked to Cedric and she took a breath.

“Can I please talk to you? Alone.”

“No, anything you have to say to me, you can say to the both of us,” Emma frowned as she hooked her arm around Cedric's.

“Fine,” Jaclynn took a deep breath, “You can't marry a man you just met.”

“You can if it's true love!” Emma justified.

“What do you know about this man, what do you even know about true love?” Jaclynn asked.

“More than you! All you know is how to shut people out, and not just strangers but your best friend!” Emma scowled. Jaclynn sucked in a breath. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes and she gritted her teeth.

“You can't marry him, you don't even know him. It's not wise, that is all I'm saying. Now if you will excuse me,” Jaclynn began to walk away.

“You aren't the boss of me! You may be the queen, but you can't make me not marry him! I can marry him, and I will!”

Jaclynn scowled, “I'm not saying you can't. I'm saying that you are being immature with this permanent decision that will affect not just your life, but the lives of your people!”

“Your Majesty, if I may-” Cedric started but Jaclynn cut him off.

“No, you may not. And I think that the party is over. Tell everyone to leave, then close the gates,” Jaclynn told a servant. He nodded and walked away.

“What? Dee, no! No, wait!” Emma grabbed her wrist but Jaclynn yanked away, and her glove was torn off. She snatched at the glove but Emma held it firmly.

“Give me my glove!” she demanded.

“Dee, please listen! I don't want to see you live like this anymore!” Emma pleaded.

“Then don't come back next year!” she snapped. Jaclynn turned back to the door and Emma stood in shock.

“What did I ever do to you?” Emma questioned, stepping towards her. People began to notice the escalating argument and within moments, they had an audience.

“Enough, Emma.”

“No! Why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut everyone out? What are you so afraid of?” Emma yelled. Jaclynn squeezed her fists shut and clenched her jaw.

“I SAID ENOUGH!” Jaclynn screamed and whizzed to face her. She swiped her bare hand out and a spray of wild, spiked sprinkles grew from the floor toward the people who watched. Everyone gasped and took a step back, clutching the people around them, afraid. Emma heard the Duke murmur something about sorcery.

 

“Jaclynn?” Emma whispered, her eyes wide in fear. Panicked, Jaclynn pressed herself against the door, her hand feeling for the donut knobs. Her fingers grasped the knob and she burst through the halls, her shoes clinking on the floor. She had to get out of there. She had to escape. She raced to the courtyard, her mind spinning. She thrust the doors opened and a huge crowd of dessert people greeted her there. Hearing guards yelling behind her, she ran out into the courtyard, trying to find a way through the cheering crowd, then bumped into a peasant woman.

“Your Majesty? Are you alright?” she asked, concerned. Jaclynn shook her head and stepped away from her.

“No,” she muttered as she continued to back away. Her back hit the fountain wall and she threw her hands behind her to steady herself. Her hand hit the wall and hard, cold glaze shot out over the fountain, hardening the water and giving it a milky fog inside the jagged spikes. Everyone gasped and scrambled away from her, just like how they did in the ball room.

“There she is! Get her!” The Duke screeched as he appeared in the entrance of the door accompanied by fierce looking soldiers. Jaclynn's heart pounded uncontrollably as fear, dread, and stress grabbed hold of her.

“Please, just stay away from me, stay away!” Jaclynn lifted her hands in defense and spikes of glaze tore out of her hands and towards the Duke and the guards. The Duke slipped on the glaze and fell onto his back.

“Monster! MONSTER!” he bellowed. Jaclynn gazed down at her trembling hands and she felt her stomach weave itself into knots.

She really was a monster.

Jaclynn squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, then sprinted out of the courtyard, through the gates, and down to the fjord in a desperate escape from the kingdom.

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Suspense! LOL! I hope you liked this part, I hope to have the next part up next week.:) My plan is to have at least one part up every week.:D

-Emma-

Glazed Part Eighteen

Why, hello there!;)

I've got the next part for Glazed up! Yay!:D

 

How dare she talk to me like that? I was just offering my opinion! She makes me so frustrated! One minute we're best friends, the next she's biting off my head! A sudden feeling worked its way into her chest and she felt like she was going to cry, but I'm mad! She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice a large servant hurry past her, bumping into Emma and making her trip on her dress. She cried out as she fell to the floor when a hand grabbed hers and pulled her up.

“I was just looking for you,” he said with a grin.

“Cedric!” Emma breathed out in relief. The music started up with another song and Cedric bowed.

“May I have this dance, Your Highness?”

Emma blushed and stammered out, “you may!”

Cedric straightened and began to dance with her. They floated across the dance floor for a few minutes, then Cedric guided her away from the ball room. They walked down some hallways and he asked Emma what things she does for her spare time. She dove into the story of her coming here and what she would do when she was bored and Cedric listened to it all. It felt so good to be able to talk to someone, since Jaclynn had shut her out again. Of course she could talk to people when she went home to Cookie Doodle Land, but talking to someone in Jaclynn's castle felt satisfying, like she was doing something she always wanted to do. They continued meandering through the halls, chatting and making connections when they came to a balcony. They walked out to it and sat down on a bench.

“So how many brothers did you say you have?” Emma asked.

“Twelve older brothers! Three of them pretended I was invisible. Literally! For two years!” Cedric chuckled and Emma frowned.

“Gosh, that's terrible!”

He shrugged, “It's what brothers do. And the others weren't much better either.”

“I guess it's the same thing with friends, I think. Jaclynn and I were really close, then she just shut me out and...I don't know why. I feel like that's not right, but I don't really know. She's the only friend I've ever had,” Emma sighed and looked down at the colored glass bench.

“I would never shut you out. You're an amazing person,” Cedric touched her hand and Emma gazed into his brown eyes. He seemed to want to say more, but he stayed quiet.
“Can I say something crazy?” Emma blurted.

“I love crazy!”

“Whenever I am here, I never get to see anyone, talk to anyone, but now I've met you and I just feel like something has changed, that things are going to turn out right!” Emma smiled and hoped she didn't sound weird or cheesy.

“I was thinking the same thing! I've always been trying to find my place with my brothers, but with you I feel like I've already found it!” Cedric beamed. Emma gasped- he felt the same way!
“I can't believe it! We're so alike!” Emma cried.

“Do you want to go for a walk? I want to ask you something,” Cedric replied, slightly nervous, and Emma nodded eagerly. They walked out of the castle, to the royal garden.

“So, you said your crazy thing, now it's turn for my crazy thing,” Cedric bit his lip as he smiled. He fell to one knee and took one of Emma's hands.

 

“Will you marry me?”

Emma gasped. She didn't know what possessed her, but she believed she was in love with him, “Yes!”

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I hope you liked this part!:D I hope to have a Tea and Whatever I am Doing While I Drink Said Tea post and a random drawings post up soon, as well as me starting the How to Draw BB-8 Tutorial to post later.:)

-Emma-



Glazed Part Sixteen

Hi everyon!

I have the next part of Glazed up, sorry it's not longer, but I think the next one is really long. Hopefully, they will balance each other out.:)

 

The room was filled with silent people and the priest and soon-to-be queen stood at the end of it. Jaclynn faced the priest, her heart hammering inside her chest. The priest held the crown in his hands and Jaclynn bent from her waist down for him to place it on her head. Little donuts dangled from the twists and spires of the tiara. Next, the priest offered her the donut and the scepter and Jaclynn's face turned pale. She reached out for the objects when the priest cleared his throat.

“Your Donutness, the gloves.”

Jaclynn glanced at the gloves and she clenched her teeth.

Of course! She slipped them off and shakily took the donut and scepter.

 

The priest began a chant in the native Donut language and Jaclynn faced the benches of people, including Emma. Jaclynn's eyes darted to the donut and scepter and a creeping glaze inched around the items slowly. Jaclynn set her eyes to the back of the room and prayed that the chant would be over soon. And for what felt like years, but was only a few seconds, the chant ended and the priest finished.

“Queen Jaclynn of Diddle Pop Land.”

Jaclynn twisted back to the priest and tossed the semi-glazed items onto the cushion and shoved her gloves back onto her hands.

“Queen Jaclynn of Diddle Pop Land,” the room chorused and they filtered out to the ball room.

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I hope you liked this part.:)

-Emma-



Glazed Part Thirteen

It's up! The next part of Glazed!:D

 

 

The years continued to go by in repetition. Emma went to the Donuts every summer and every summer Jaclynn's power grew stronger as well as her fear. Jaclynn spent more time within the confines of her room fretting over her magic, and Emma spent more time talking to her dolls. Why she continued to come every summer, she wasn't exactly sure, but she had the feeling that she needed to. That Jaclynn needed her in some way. Also, to show friendship and trust between the two kingdoms, the Cookies demanded that Emma go to the Donuts every summer, if she liked it or not. Which, to a degree, she did like, but she still felt like she was doing something wrong with Jaclynn. But yet they still felt like friends. Confused by her emotions, Emma continued to go to the Donuts until she was nineteen and Jaclynn twenty-one.

 

Emma's carriage jostled to the castle's massive, pink gates. They were only ever opened when Emma was coming. The gates creaked open and Emma couldn't avoid staring at the rusted hinges as the carriage pulled them through.

“Hello!” Emma said as she stepped out of the carriage and straightened her dress. A servant, straight as a toothpick, stood waiting for her. Emma was used to this kind of welcome, but 'Dee's' parent's were usually there to meet her, too.

“Hello,” She replied as Emma came up to her.

“Where are the King and Queen?” Emma looked around. The servant glanced down to her black dress and her face softened. Gazing at the black dress, Emma's eyes grew wide.

“What happened?” Emma whispered.

“Their ship was drowned while they were traveling, Your Highness,” The servant replied, her eyes glistening.

“Oh,” was all Emma said. They stayed in respectable silence until the servant gestured for them to go.

“How is Jaclynn taking it?” Emma asked as she looked down at the servant.

“We don't know, Your Highness.”

“What does that mean?” Emma questioned, her brow furrowing.

“She hasn't left her room ever since the King and Queen left on their trip,” the servant explained as she walked to Emma's guest room.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I truly feel terrible. They were somewhat like second parents to me,” Emma sighed and lowered her head solemnly. The servant nodded her head and stopped at a familiar door. Opening the door, Emma slid into the room and dropped her bags.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You're welcome, Princess,” the servant began to leave when she scooted back, “Oh! Highness, there is to be a coronation for Princess Jaclynn, since she is to be queen. It's to be on the last day of the week.”

“Thank you!” Emma dismissed the maid and she scampered away. Emma stepped away from the open door and touched her chin thoughtfully.

A coronation for 'Dee'?

Emma grinned. This would be a perfect time to talk with her friend! She could finally speak to her about their relationship, share her concerns and problems, her hopes for it to become better. They were supposed to be best friends, but she hadn't even seen her the past two years. Emma sighed as she thought of the two friends finally reconnecting and being like how they were meant to be.

Maybe that's it, Emma thought, Maybe this is why I come back every summer. Because I know what we are meant to be. What we could be. I'll never stop trying to fix us, because those glimmers of our friendship are what we can be. And she's worth it.

Emma unpacked her things giddily, feeling that her feelings were set straight.

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I hope you liked the next part! It'll hopefully be up...hm...maybe by the end of the week or earlier!:D

-Emma-



Glazed Page Update

Hey everyone!

I am here with a quick post saying that Glazed now has a page where all of the parts are together so you can read them all together.:)

I am hoping to have a haul post up today about some things I got for Christmas.:)

-Emma-

Glazed Part Twelve

Hi everyone!
Glazed for all!XD

 

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Jaclynn sat crouched at her bed door. The gloves did seem to help, but they couldn't subdue her emotions. Every kind of worry pushed and pulled her at every moment. She laid her head on her knees and cried. She cried for her powers, for her fear, for her frustration. But she cried especially for her 'Cookie.' She didn't want to lose the friend she had just gained, yet she didn't want to hurt her either. How could she balance everything with her powers out of control?

Jaclynn brought her head up. Whenever she spent time with her, she felt so relaxed, even with the threat of her powers. But she couldn't breach her safety so that she could feel better. Emma was her first priority. And that's how it had to be.

Jaclynn spent the rest of the day in her room and the next day, conscious of Emma leaving at the end of the week.

“Then she'll be safer when she leaves,” Jaclynn said to herself.

The week passed and Jaclynn got ready to escort Emma to the courtyard. She walked out to the hall solemnly and to her room where she was waiting.

“Emma,” Jaclynn said in front of her door, her fingers curled into fists to stop any magic that might leak out, “time to go.” Emma staggered out of the room with bags piled in her arms.

“I thought you had servants who did this, Dee!” Emma wheezed.

“Uh, they were let go. Here, let me help you,” Jaclynn grabbed a couple of bags from the top and looped them around her arms.

“Thanks,” Emma breathed and managed to get the remaining bags under control. They walked slowly and silently to the court yard, Emma just a step behind Jaclynn, until Emma said, “Dee, why aren't you calling me Cookie anymore? Why didn't you spend any time with me this summer?” Emma paused, “Did I do something wrong?”

(Something happened when I was trying to color in my face and a weird dirty spot showed on on my cheek!:()

Jaclynn stopped, her eyes wide. Suddenly, her hands turned cold and she sensed glaze creeping from the glove seams. Panicking, Jaclynn began to run from Emma with the bags in her hands to the court yard.
“Dee!” Emma shouted and ran after her. Jaclynn continued to race to the courtyard then dropped the bags to the ground. Glaze goo stuck to the bottom of a bag where Jaclynn's gloved hand had touched it. Wiping it off, Jaclynn turned to see Emma struggling to her.

“What was that?” Emma asked, irritation flashing in her eyes.

“Sorry,” Jaclynn murmured, “We are still friends, Cookie,” Jaclynn said with a sad smile, “We'll always be friends. No matter what. This summer was just especially busy, but I'm hoping next year...everything will be...under control.”

A look of relief swept over Emma's face and her body lost some tension.

“I am so glad! I was worried with how you've been acting. I thought that maybe I had made you mad!” Emma sighed.

“No.”

“Good,” Emma grabbed the bags Jaclynn had dropped and added them to the pile already in her arms. The carriage was already inside the gates and Emma went immediately to it and threw her bags into it. She waved to Jaclynn, grinning ear to ear, the horses neighed, turned around, and dashed back to the road. Jaclynn shuffled to her parents and gazed up into their worried faces.

“What's wrong?” She asked. They looked down at her.

“She's coming again next year.”

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I hope you liked this part! I wonder if the next part is when things start getting really interesting...;) I think it is. LOL!;D

-Emma-



Glazed Part Eleven

Hey everyone!

This is a pretty short part, sorry, I hadn't noticed when I was writing it.:(

 

The months crept by, and Emma's hope for friendship seemed to fade from her grasp. Whatever secret Jaclynn was keeping, she was keeping it silent. She didn't seem to be the carefree girl that she had became friends with the year before. She seemed scared now. Scared of what, Emma didn't know. But she didn't want to admit that they weren't friends anymore. On rare occasions, Jaclynn would come out from her room and join dinner or breakfast and the two girls would talk like nothing had ever happened. Those were the moments Emma lived for. But they were rare and always too short. Jaclynn had the new, weird habit of not wanting to be touched and she always stayed far away from her. But the months were gone and fall drew closer as did the day that Emma was to leave.

“I just have such a good time with her when I can see her, and it looks like she has a good time, too, but why can't she see me more often, why?” Emma asked her doll as she stroked its silky hair. She had began speaking to her dolls not long after the first few weeks of summer.



Loneliness did strange things to people.

“Maybe I can demand to see her more often, but that's not very much like me, now is it?” She continued. The doll stared out into empty space. Sighing deeply, Emma placed the doll to the side and flopped onto the bed. There was only one more week to summer.

 

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As I was copy-pasting the story onto here, I accidentally deleted like HALF of the next part for Glazed. That is when I learned the glory of the undo button. Gosh. I wish I had found that out the first time I deleted a whole story.

*shakes head*

That has happened to me TWICE NOW. Where I delete my story and have to rewrite like five pages of it. It's the worst.

-Emma-

Have you ever deleted a story on accident?

 

Has anyone noticed that the doll Emma/I am holding looks uncannily like Anna?;)



Glazed Part Nine

Hi everyone!

Sorry this is so late, again...but I promised it would be up on Monday and it SHALL.;)

 

The year flew by and soon it was summer again. The Cookies had waited in anticipation and the Donuts had waited in dread. Jaclynn still had little control over her power and fear had overwhelmed her heart. The moment Emma had left the castle grounds, the Donuts had explained the new rules for her new life. No longer was she to use her powers, she was to subdue them, to control them, and until she could do that, no powers. She was to wear gloves at all times to contain the out-of-control power. And her parent's favorite, new motto was “Conceal, Don't Feel,”. Her magic was now a curse, no longer a blessing.

And so the year went by and it was summer again in Dack-A-Woodle-World.

“Jaclynn! Come on! Don't dilly-dally we have Emma coming in only a couple moments! They're already at the gates!” Her only servant, Miriam, chided Jaclynn, who procrastinated in her room. Her heart was so worried that she felt she might be sick. Her parents had given her strict rules concerning socializing.

No touching.

Gloves always on.

Be as far away as possible from her without being suspicious.

And so many more smaller rules within those rules.

Jaclynn hesitantly followed her maid out to the courtyard, how she had the year before.

The same cookie carriage stood out front on the courtyard and Emma was there with her family. Emma grinned broadly when she caught sight of Jaclynn and Jaclynn returned it with her own smile. Her stomach clenched as she walked towards the Cookies.

“Dee!” Emma screeched and careened to her, arms outstretched.



 Coming in for a massive hug, Emma flung her arms around Jaclynn and held tightly to her rigid body.

“Aw! Why did you put your hair up in a bun, I love it down. And wow! It makes you look so much older!” Emma said and touched a ringlet that hung out of the immaculate bun. Jaclynn took a step away from Emma and swept the curl behind her ear with a gloved hand.

“Pretty gloves! I love the colors!” Emma grabbed her hand to see the glove better. Jaclynn gasped and ripped her hand away from her grasp. Emma looked at her with wide eyes and frowned.

“Is something wrong, Dee?”

“No, but excuse me. I need to get some air,” Jaclynn rushed back into the castle, her safe place, and stifled back tears. Why was everything so wrong?

 

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I hope you liked this part!:)

I'll probably have a normal post up sometime, hopefully!;)

-Emma-