Glazed Part Twenty-Four

Hi everyone!
GLAZED! YAY!!!:D KRISTOFF!!! SVEN!!!XD And you get to know their names in this part!

*more yaying* ;D

 

Emma changed quickly into her new dress and discarded her old, sticky one. She placed the cap on her head and fastened the cape around her shoulders with a cookie clasp. She grabbed the bags of supplies she had bought from the cashier and she walked out to the frigid forest. She heard faint music playing from a barn that was right beside the shack. Emma walked to it and she heard the man humming a tune softly along with the accompaniment of a lute. She rested her head up against the door of the barn and heard the song end. She pushed through the door and smiled.

“Nice song,” Emma said. The man and his reindeer, which was covered in a crumbled topping, jumped at the sound of someone.
“Oh,” The man relaxed, “It's just you. What do you want?”

Emma took a breath. “I want you to take me to the North Mountain.”

The man stared at her suspiciously. “Yeah.. no. I don't do that sort of thing.” He settled back down on the floor as if the conversation was over.

Emma frowned and gripped the sack in her hand, “Here. I bought you your supplies for your payment.” Emma tossed it to him. He opened the sack and stared at its contents. He didn't say anything for the longest time, so Emma added, “Please.” He still didn't reply.

“Come on. I know how to stop this weather,” Emma gestured to the open door and the sprinkles and glaze that fell from the sky. The man sighed.

“Ugh, fine. We'll leave in the morning.”

“No,” Emma replied, “We need to leave now. Right now.” Before he could say anything else, she walked out as he glared at her.



She paused once she slid behind the door and waited to see if he would follow.

The man appeared with his reindeer and Emma smiled. They went to his sleigh and he began to load it.

“I'm Emma,” she said with a smile as he finished tying the harness onto his reindeer.

Without looking up, he said, “I'm Wes. And this-” he patted the reindeer, “-is Crumbles.”

The reindeer snorted as if he was agreeing to the fact.

“Nice to meet you both,” Emma replied. Wes glanced at her while he tightened the straps. He huffed and shook his head with a tiny smile.

“Well, okay, then,” Emma whispered to herself and pulled herself into the sleigh.

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*delighted giggling*

Hm, yeah. I don't know why I'm laughing.XD I hope you liked this part and I hope you like Wes and Crumbles!:D I have one drawing for the next part already done, but since I already have one done, I thought I would make another one so that there will be two!:D I can't wait!:)

-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-Two

Hi everyone!
Yay for Glazed! I finished the drawing for this part last night and was so excited to post it! YAY FOR SCARY THINGS!XD

 

Emma's horse pushed through the sprinkles that covered the ground. Emma was a little unnerved by the sprinkles everywhere, but she tried not to think about it. What did they mean? It wasn't a normal thing that happened in nature, it must be connected to Jaclynn's magic, but why would she make the weather do this? She shook her head, trying to clear away the peculiar thoughts and focused on finding Jaclynn.

“JACLYNN!” Emma shouted to the forest, “Jaclynn, it's me, Emma, your best friend. Or at least, I think we're still best friends. I mean, you just kind of kept the biggest secret of your life away from me and I don't know how we stand...” Emma trailed off, “This is all my fault,” She whispered to herself. Jaclynn wasn't out there. She wouldn't be able to hear her. She wandered hopelessly deeper into the forest, where the trees were thickly coated with sprinkles. The horse brushed up against a tree subconsciously and the sprinkles hanging precariously on the branches came crashing down on the horse's rear. Spooked, the horse bucked and threw Emma into a pile of sprinkles that were unnaturally cold. And sticky. The horse bolted up the trail and was gone within seconds.

“WAIT!” Emma screamed, but the horse had disappeared. Emma glanced down at the gooey mess she was in. The sprinkles were covered in a web-like material and Emma stared at it, her brows furrowing as she gazed at the webs. She felt an itch on her shin that was deep inside whatever she was in and she raised her eyebrows.

What had she fallen into?

She struggled to get out of the hole, when hundreds of little brown spiders scurried from the depths of the nest she had been dropped into.

“AHHHHH!!!” Emma shrieked and she pushed herself out of the hole, but she still felt the spiders crawling on her. Screaming, she batted frantically at herself and shook her head as she tried desperately to get the insects off of her. She swiped her arms to get rid of any that were crawling on her and she rustled her dress. Once she had gotten rid of all the bugs she could find, she stared curiously at the nest, from a safe distance away. She didn't know that spiders stayed in nests. But these were chocolate spiders, different from the regular spiders that often roam the earth. Chocolate spiders stayed together always and had large holes in the earth where they all lived.

Emma walked away, still feeling like they were on her. She sighed as she looked at her dress, it was sticky and had the stains of crushed chocolate spiders stuck on it. Shivering, she drew her cloak around her bare shoulders and staggered away.

***

*shivers*

Yep. Spiders. That all travel together. IN HERDS. So, that would mean if you found a spider in your room, all of the spiders are in your room.

It's enough to give you nightmares. LOL!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the scariness!XD

-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.

***

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!”

***

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 Seventeen

Hi everyone!:D

I have the next part of Glazed here for you!:) I hope you enjoy it!

 

Music blared from a lively orchestra at the edge of the room and dancing couples swung and skipped to it. Everyone laughed and smiled at the joyous occasion. The dance finished and one of the servants announced the two princesses together. Emma was to stay with Jaclynn for the night, to show the alliances between the two kingdoms.

“Queen Jaclynn of Diddle Pop Land. Princess Emma of Cookie Doodle Land.”

The crowd bowed to the two royals and Emma positioned herself next to Jaclynn.

Emma looked at her 'Dee' and opened her mouth to say something. She wanted to talk to her, ask her her questions, tell her how she felt, after all, this was what she had been waiting for, yet every word escaped her.

 

 

She shut her mouth and looked out to the ball room, feeling defeated.

“Hi.”

Emma's head snapped to Jaclynn.

“Hi?” She questioned. She hadn't spoken to Jaclynn in at least two years, and now she was saying hi? How do you respond to that?

“Um, hi...” Emma whispered, stunned.

“You look very nice,” She continued. Emma smiled and she felt like a sudden weight was inching its way off her shoulders.

“Thank you! You look so pretty! I like your hairstyle, Dee,” Emma replied.

“Thanks, Cookie,” Jaclynn grinned. Emma felt ecstatic and her smile made her cheeks ache, they were still calling each other by their nicknames! They looked out at the boisterous people and Jaclynn took a breath, “So this is what a party is like?”

Emma nodded her head, “Yes! It's so fun seeing the different dessert people-”

Emma noticed Jaclynn's nose taking deep, long breathes.

“- and smelling them too!” Emma and Jaclynn giggled at the joke. Jaclynn opened her mouth to say something else when a short older man swaggered to the girls. He bowed to them and smiled cockily.

“Greetings, Your Highnesses, I am the Duke of Ice Creamtown, as your second closest partner in trade, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as Queen, Your Majesty!” Emma glanced at Jaclynn's face and noticed her face turn a shade paler.

“I-I don't dance,” She muttered and flicked her gaze to Emma, “-but Princess Emma does!”

“Oh!” Emma cried out in surprise. “No, really, I don't think-”

“Lucky yooou!” The Duke hooked his arm around hers and pulled her through the crowd of people, not listening to her attempts to tell him no. They began to dance and Emma tried not to look at him too closely. He had snow white hair with yellow highlights and wore a white suit with golden accents. From his appearance, it wasn't hard to guess that he was Vanilla Ice Cream. The Duke hopped up and down next to Emma and one of his cream colored boots slammed onto her toe.

“Ow!” Emma clenched her teeth. Good thing he was so small and didn't weigh much.

“Speaking of, so nice to have the gates open! Do you know why they were shut in the first place?” The Duke drew nearer on tiptoes, “Hmmmmmmm?”

Emma leaned away from him, “Um. No.”

The Duke seemed disappointed momentarily and then smiled again.

“Oh, well,” he said abruptly and looked at the ballroom with a scrutinizing glare, as if he could learn the answer if he focused enough. The dance ended a few minutes later and Emma staggered back to her friend, her toes throbbing from the duke's constant stomping.

“Well! He was...” Jaclynn trailed off, thinking, “enthusiastic.”

Emma and Jaclynn laughed until Jaclynn said, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine! I'm better than fine really. This is so nice. I'm talking to you...” Emma smiled hopefully, “I want it to be like this all of the time.”

Jaclynn nodded her head and smiled back, “Me too,” Jaclynn's smile slowly vanished and she looked away, “But it can't.”

“Why not? This-”

“It just can't!” Jaclynn snapped. Emma's eyes widened and she took a breath.

“Excuse me,” Emma whispered and she stepped away, leaving Jaclynn looking sadly at her.

***

OOOoooOOhhhhhHHHHhhh....XD LOL!

The next part will probably be up soon, I might have to draw a picture, or I might have one in a previous sketchbook.;)

-Emma-



Glazed Part Fourteen

Hi everyone!
Woot! Woot! The next part is up!:D
(And guess what? TWO drawings today instead of one!:D)

 

The week slid by as slowly as a snail. Having nothing to do, Emma stayed in her room mostly and occasionally knocked on Jaclynn's door, which always went unanswered. She began talking to portraits since she was too old for dolls. She spilled her excitement and nervousness about the coronation to random pictures that she found around the massive castle, knowing she looked crazy but grateful that no one could actually see her. She explored the grounds and hoped to find a secret passage way, to no avail. Finally, the week had passed. It was the night before the coronation and Emma felt that her insides might explode with anticipation. Emma went to bed that night filled with so much anxious energy she could barely fall asleep. But around midnight, she drifted into a sleep filled with donuts and cookies hugging.

***

Light filled Emma's room and a firm knock sounded on her door. Dazed, Emma's eyelids opened halfway and she burrowed her face into her pillow.

Another knock.

“What?” Emma asked, her voice contorted and muffled by the pillow that smelled like warm glaze.

“Princess Emma!” Miriam, the maid, shouted.

Taking a huge breath, Emma pulled her head out of the pillow and shouted back, “WHAT?!”

The maids never woke her up, something must be different. Still in a sleep stupor, Emma sat up on the bed.

“Sorry to wake you, Princess-” the servant started. Emma gazed at the sun and noticed it was probably around eleven.

“No! I've been up for hours,” Emma stated as she briskly shoved her covers off and cleared her head.

There was something she was supposed to do today...

“What is it?” Emma asked, her legs dangling from the bed.

“I'm here to remind you about the coronation,” the servant replied.

“The coronation!” Emma gasped and leaped to her feet. She rustled through her dresses and picked out her fanciest one. It was perfect for the occasion, with varying shades of brown to display her Cookie-ness. She changed dresses, brushed her hair, and curled it with her fingers and a sticky substance of glaze that could keep curls from falling out. Then she added the finishing touches. She placed her chocolate chips into her hair, fidgeting with them until she declared them perfect, then clipped back a curl with a cookie clip. She wrapped her Cookie pendant around her neck and stared into the mirror. She saw her beyond excited expression and took a breath. Today was the day.

She raced out of her room and down the colorful halls, she kicked up sprinkles that covered the blue floor and spun around a passing maid who was carrying a tray.

“It's coronation day!!!” Emma squealed and continued on her gleeful rampage throughout the castle. She would finally be seeing her best friend.

***

Jaclynn stood shakily in her room, dreading the day ahead. This day was of massive importance. The gates would be opened. Desserts of all kingdoms would be flooding through those gates and she would have to repress her powers in front of everyone. Her hands shook as she practiced taking the donut ball and the pink scepter from the priest. She held the two props up and icing began to tingle from her fingers. It soon enveloped the two objects and she hurriedly threw them back onto the table.

“Conceal, don't feel,” Jaclynn whispered to herself, tears beginning to run down her cheeks as she said her father and mother's saying. She missed them almost more than anything and a tremor ran down her spine as she held back tears.

“It's only for today,” Jaclynn reminded herself as she slipped her gloves back on. She opened her doors and addressed the servants waiting for her.

“Tell the guards...” Jaclynn suddenly felt a stab of anxiety that cut deep into her core. She couldn't do this, she wanted to call the whole coronation off, yet she knew she couldn't, “to open the gates.”

***

I hope you liked it! I can't wait to get the whole story completely finished! I wonder how many parts there will be? Wouldn't it be insane if it was like- Glazed Part Sixty-Nine?XD That might be possible...Great, now I am curious!;D

-Emma-

What dessert would you be if you lived in Dack-A-Woodle-World?:D



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.

***

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 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 Nine

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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-



Glazed Part Eight

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Thank you all for the feedback on the last part! I am really enjoying hearing what you all think!:D

 

Emma placed her last doll into her bag and clasped the latch. She was so excited to see her family again! And she had an idea to share with them too. Emma sat on her bed and waited for someone to come and fetch her. Growing restless, Emma twisted around to the window and stared out. She thought she could see the faint speck of a carriage coming toward the castle, but it was just a smudge of dirt on the glazed window glass. Emma licked her thumb then rubbed it on the glass. The smudge came off but there really was a carriage much closer than that speck would have been.

Emma squealed in excitement and skipped out of her room and down to the court yard where the cookie carriage was coming straight to the gates. She hopped up and down excitedly and waited for the King and Queen of Donuts and 'Dee' to come to the court yard. Thinking of the king and queen, Emma remembered how weirdly they had acted when she woke up. They had asked her the same questions about how she had felt and what she remembered about last night over and over, it had made her laugh. The king and queen did appear from the castle and glided next to her. A servant with Emma's bags followed them.

“Where's Dee?” Emma questioned, glancing around.

They shared a look and, frowning, said that she was busy starting her first day of studying and classes.

Emma frowned and looked up to where Jaclynn's room's window was sealed tight. Through the glazed window panes she could make out Jaclynn's round face and bouncy hair. She wasn't doing her studies, so why wasn't she down here to say goodbye?

The carriage scampered through the gates, pulled by chocolate horses, and stopped in front of the trio. The king, queen, and princess exited from the doors.

Emma screamed with joy and flew to her family and embraced them, taking in their Cookie scent.

“How did you like it here? Did you have fun? Did you make friends with Jaclynn?” her mom asked Emma and Emma nodded vigorously.

“I call her Dee now and we are best friends! I wanted to see if I could come next year and make this a yearly thing,” Emma explained her idea to her family. They nodded and smiled.

“I think that could be arranged!” Her father said and went to go talk to the King and Queen of Donuts. She watched as they spoke. The King and Queen's eyes opened wide and their lips turned up in thin smiles, but their eyes were scared when her dad explained Emma's idea. Their eyes darted to each other and to Jaclynn's window and Emma's brow furrowed. They nodded their heads but it seemed like a forced movement. Soon, Emma's father came back with a smile on his face.

“They said that they would love to have you next year!” He cried and Emma clapped her hands in joy. She scurried to the King and Queen of Donuts and smiled warmly.

“Thank you for everything! 'Til next year, and the next, and the next!” Emma laughed and hopped joyfully to the carriage and followed her family into it. The coachman snapped the reins and the horses twisted back out of the gate and towards the Cookie Kingdom. Emma stuck her head out of the window and waved her hand to the castle.

You can blow it up to see Jaclynn/Dee better.:)



And there was 'Dee' again, looking mournfully out the castle window.

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Yay! I think I might take a short break from posting Glazed so I can start drawing my normal pictures again because I'm starting to get a little bored with Cookie and Dee, but I will be back soon, I promise! Probably by Monday I will have a brand new part with drawings and all that! I still will be posting as much as I can, not to worry!:)

Well, I gotta get back to drawing and writing!

-Emma-



Glazed Part Four

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Thank you all for the super nice comments on my story! I appreciate it more than you guys can know!:)

 

 

The days whizzed by and Princess Emma and Princess Jaclynn became fast friends. They spoke about everything with each other until they couldn't think of anything else to say. Then they babbled and made crazy things up. The days became weeks and summer was almost over. Only a week left.

“Jaclynn, summer is almost over!” Emma gasped. Jaclynn nodded her head sadly.

“I know. I thought that this summer was going to be terrible, but you turned out to be so much fun!” Jaclynn sighed and sat down on the floor. Emma mimicked her and fell to the floor, too.

“I hope I can come again next summer. And the next,” Emma said. Jaclynn nodded her head, smiling a little. They stayed in a sad silence for a few minutes until Jaclynn looked around them, scooted closer to her friend and whispered, “Can I tell you a secret?” Emma's eyes widened and she nodded solemnly.

“I think that you're my best friend,” Jaclynn leaned back, grinning.

“You're my best friend too!” Emma cried.



“Yay!” They both cheered, then hugged.

“We're best friends!” They cheered. Their giggling soon stopped and Emma frowned.

“If we're best friends, we should have nicknames for each other!” Emma suggested and Jaclynn nodded her head. They sat back and thought for what seemed like forever.

“What about Mushy for you!” Emma stood up excitedly and hopped up and down. Jaclynn wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“Ew, gross!”

Emma sighed sadly and sat back down.

“When I first met you, I thought that you were boring,” Jaclynn admitted. Emma gasped and giggled at the thought of it.

“And then you learned that I was crazy!” Emma laughed with Jaclynn.

“You're definitely a kooky Cookie!” Jaclynn chuckled, then gasped.

“What?” Emma asked.

“Kooky Cookie! That should be your nickname!”

Emma thought for a second, then shook her head, “It's too long.”

“Then what about just Cookie?” Jaclynn suggested.

“Yes, simple and true to who I am!” Emma agreed, “if I am going to be named after a dessert that I am, then you should be the dessert that you are! Donut doesn't sound very cute, so, what about... Dee! It's short for Donut!”

“PERFECT!” Jaclynn shouted. The newly named princesses hopped up to their feet and danced around in celebration.

“I now dub us as Cookie and Dee! Best friends forever!” Emma said and they laughed together.

 

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I hope you liked this part!:) See you back tomorrow for maybe a double part...;)

-Emma-



Glazed Part One and Two

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I am here to present you with GLAZED!:D

Since I already showed you all the first part while it was unedited, I decided I would post the second part with the first part so there is something new for you all to see!:)

 

Now everyone be quiet, the story is about to start...

 

Jaclynn sat hunched over on her window seat, her little fingers wrapped around her knees. She watched a brown chunky carriage crawl towards the gates of the castle. Jaclynn sighed as she thought of what that carriage contained. Summer was about to start and the weather was already heating up. Sunlight streamed through the glazed glass window and sprinkles of light were scattered on the rainbow floor. Jaclynn groaned as she looked out at the carriage again and saw that it had paused at the gates.

Why does my summer have to be ruined? Jaclynn thought to herself. A servant scampered by her door and peeked her head inside.

“Your Highness, come along we're to meet Princess Emma at the gates. Do hurry, Princess!” The servant said and Jaclynn sighed and slunk towards the door. She followed the servant through the castle and out to the gates where her parents, the King and Queen of Donuts, stood waiting for her. They were dressed in their most regal attire. Long, orange and turquoise capes, dripping with glaze and sprinkles, were tied around their necks and large pastel donut crowns topped their heads. Jaclynn herself had her own donut dress, it had a yellow top with teal cuffs and the skirt was made of pink and blue sprinkles. She had on her light pink tights and black flats. And, like her mother and father, she had her own Donut crest hanging from a piece of gold string. No one thought anything of their outfits, for this was normal in Dack-A-Woodle-World.

They stood at attention as the cookie carriage rolled toward them. It stopped so close to them that Jaclynn could see the details of it. The walls were made out of hardened cookie crumbs, the trim was chocolate, and the top was a huge chocolate chip that curled at the top. The footmen, wearing chocolate colored suits, opened the doors and Jaclynn held her breath. The King and Queen were the first to come out of the carriage. They were followed by a girl who seemed to be twelve and she was trailed by a small girl only a couple years younger than Jaclynn herself. The royal Cookie family stood tall and a servant announced the Cookies to the Donuts.

“Their Highnesses, King and Queen of the Cookies, with their daughters Princess Pookie and Princess Emma.” The two families bowed to the other, then the adults joined together and spoke. Jaclynn slipped towards the two princesses and bobbed a curtsy.

“Hello,” Jaclynn greeted.

“Hello,” they echoed.

They waited in an awkward silence until Princess Emma said, “I like your hair.”

Jaclynn glanced up at her mop of fluffy brown curls, which had blue sprinkles scattered among them, and nodded her head.

“Thank you,” Jaclynn's eyes wandered to Princess Emma's own bright blonde hair and took in her humble dress. Jaclynn was surprised to see how simple it was. Emma's parents were dressed in their own fancy brown garb, varying in shades, even her sister had on a long, ornate purple dress with deep violet chocolate chips embedded in the skirt, but Emma only had a tan shift that came to her calves and a cookie pendant tied around her throat.

 

They fell back into their uncomfortable silence when the King of the Cookies came to the children with a smile on his face.

“It's all settled now! Emma is to stay here with the Donuts for the summer.”

Jaclynn deflated at his words. She knew it was going to happen, but she still had some hope. But no. Her summer was ruined.

There was a thickness in Emma's throat as her parents and sister came to say goodbye to her.

“Now, we'll be back at the end of summer. You'll be fine here with the donuts. This is only a demonstration of our trust to the Donut kingdom and Princess Jaclynn seems nice,” the Queen of Cookies explained, smiling. Emma nodded, then said her goodbyes to her family, tears forming in her eyes. She had never been away from her family for more than a couple days, and she hated the thought of being alone for a whole summer with only a girl who seemed stuck up as her company. She watched her family climbed back into the carriage. The cookie carriage rolled away and her throat burned with tears. Emma continued to watch until the carriage became a speck in the distance, then completely vanished from sight. The Donut King and Queen broke the silence.

“Come along, Princess Emma! We will show you to your room.” A servant with Emma's bags scurried after them as they began to walk into the immense Donut castle. Emma was struck speechless as she gazed at the splendor of the castle. She could barely make out the regal architecture with such bright, boisterous colors splashed on the walls, ceiling, and floor. Normally, it would have made Emma extremely happy to see such crazy colors, but her mood was darkened with loneliness. The Donuts stopped and turned to look at Princess Jaclynn.

“Jaclynn, please take Princess Emma to her room,” the Donut King said and Princess Jaclynn nodded her head and shuffled away. Emma followed her, as did the servant, and they twisted and turned through the colorful castle until Jaclynn stopped in front of two brightly painted doors.

“This is your room,” Princess Jaclynn pointed to the door on the right, “and this is my room right next to yours,” She gestured to the left door. Jaclynn reached up to the door knob, twisted, then pushed. The door creaked open and Emma walked into the room. The room was mostly bare, besides a tall dresser and a bed with sprinkles on the sheets. The servant placed her bags on the floor and, with a curtsy to the young princesses, rushed out of the room. Emma lowered her head and stared at her shoes.

“Do you want me to leave you to get unpacked?” Princess Jaclynn asked, stepping closer to the open door. Emma noticed her desire to leave, but she didn't want her to go so soon, even though she wasn't the biggest fan of her attitude. She would be all alone then.

“Um,” Emma began, trying to think of something to keep her here for, “would you like to do something?” She asked, not knowing what to suggest.

“Maybe later. You should get unpacked. I'll let you do that now,” Princess Jaclynn dashed out of the room and Emma heard Jaclynn's door open then shut.

Emma sighed and sat on the couch, feeling discouraged. How was she ever going to get through this summer?

 

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I hope you enjoyed it!:D I will probably post it daily, but don't worry! In case you don't really like the story, I'll be posting normal posts too! So that means that some days I will be posting twice.:)

-Emma-

What do you think about Glazed so far?:)