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?

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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-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 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 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 Fifteen

Hi everyone!:)

Thank you everyone who commented on my What Would YOU Like To See? post, all of your opinions and suggestions were awesome and I am figuring out ideas for what to do drawing tutorials on.:D Would anyone like a How to Draw Star Wars Characters series? And if so, would you want it to be cartoonized (like how I draw most all of my normal drawings) or realistic?:)

 

Anyway, I have the next part of Glazed up!:D This is where you get to meet Prince Cedric/Prince Hans...;)

 

The gates were opened and people began to walk inside the courtyard and mill about. Emma's heart filled with joy at the sight of all of the people. It was about time that the gates were opened, and she noticed the sparkling hinges with a happy laugh. Emma pushed against the flow of the crowd and flung herself onto a little wall to see the stream of people coming in. She continued skipping through the road and down a flight of stairs. Seeing all of these people was making Emma energized. She raced down a set of stairs and twirled at the edge of the dock. She bounced farther down the road and twirled again with her eyes shut, feeling a giddy laugh bubble up inside of her, when something slammed into her side, sending her tumbling into a docked boat.

“HEY! Watch where you're going!” Emma shouted. A huge horse face moved closer to her and she batted her arms in annoyance.

“I'm so sorry, are you hurt?” A handsome man with red hair jumped off of the horse and stepped carefully into the boat. He reached out a hand and Emma looked up at him in shock.

Who is he? Emma thought, her mind spinning.

“Uh, no, I'm okay... thanks,” Emma smiled at him and took his hand, wondering why she had said thanks to someone who had thrown her into a boat.

 

“Oh, thank goodness... I am Prince Cedric of the Pastry Isles,” he introduced himself with a little bow.

“Princess Emma, of Cookie Doodle Land,” Emma greeted.

“Princess?” The prince's face turned to confusion, then shock as he bent to the floor of the boat in a dramatic bow, “Your Highness!”

Emma's face turned pink as even the horse bowed. Emma drew a quick breath as she realized that the horse was the one keeping the boat from toppling out to the fjord. The horse lifted its foot as he bowed his head, and the boat tipped to the water and Emma flailed her arms as she lost her balance. Cedric toppled too and landed on top of her. The horse stomped its foot on the boat and it lurched, sending the duo sprawling to the other end of the boat.

“Oh, um, sorry,” Emma murmured and they got up.

“I'd like to formally apologize for hitting a princess with my horse, it was an honest mistake.” Emma scooted to the dock ground.

“I'm fine, really, I'm not anyone special or anything, no one will send guards to arrest you!” Emma chuckled at the thought, “It was only an accident!” Emma stepped out of the boat. “So, lucky you, it's just me!”

“Just you?” He questioned.

The two stood staring at each other with smiles on their faces. Faint bells dinged in the castle and Emma snapped out of her trance.

“Bells. The coronation! Oh, no, I have to leave!” Emma looked back to the castle earnestly, “I need to get there! Bye!” Emma sprinted to the castle and ran towards the coronation.

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I hope you liked it!:D

And continuing with the whole tutorial thing, if you don't want a Star Wars character series, then is there anything else that you are having a hard time with that maybe you would like me to make a post about on how I do it?:)

-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.”

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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.

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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-