"And how do you feel about this?" Asked a reporter.
"Do you have mixed feelings? Anger? Sadness?" Asked another.
Maddie stood outside the Clan Castle, getting mobbed by stupid, annoying reporters.
"I feel... ambivalence," she said. Everyone around her soaked it all in and began writing the three words onto thick notepads.
"And do you-" began another, before Charlotte walked up and pushed them all away from her, rolling her eyes in the process.
"Why did you do that?!" asked Maddie.
"You said ten minutes ago you didn't want to be in the paper."
"That was... before I felt like I was famous!!"
"Hmph." said Charlotte.
"Don't you feel amazing and.. er... special?" asked Maddie pointedly.
"I already am special." said Charlotte back.
"Since when re you so grumpy? It's like your entire personality changed." Maddie said.
"I'm fine." said Charlotte, lying. She wasn't fine, to be honest. She'd been having weird dreams lately filled with ghosts. She knew these couldn't be witches, because they didn't look anything like the ones they'd exploded a few weeks ago.
At first she'd just thought that they'd been some kind of nightmares. After all, those witches had been terrifying. But after she'd had them over and over again, she knew something was happening.
You never had the same dreams twice.
"Don't you worry that all the Witches may be back? After all... we never knew what happened to the queen." Charlotte said.
"Nope!" said Maddie. "Why worry about things you can't control?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Did you just quote an inspirational poster?"
"Of course not!" she said cheerfully. "I think those are corny!"
"And yet..."
Charlotte was cut off when a girl holding an empty Pringle's can walked toward them. It was Charlotte's sister, Ellie. (She had recently gotten into a fascination with ants, so she had trapped some and kept them as her pets.)
"Ellie!" Yelled Charlotte. "Are the reporters getting to you, too?"
"Nah." said Ellie. "But they were scaring Ellie Junior, Nameless, Breadlover, Mushroom, Raticorn, and George Washington." She held the container protectively.
Those were the ant's names.
"Who are those?" Asked Maddie. (Nobody had told them about the ants.)
"My ants!" said Ellie happily. "Want to see?"
"No thanks." Maddie looked disgusted.
"You are weird." said Ellie, before getting pulled back into the crowd.
"What do you think about all this?"
"Where were you?"
"What's in the can?"
Ellie sighed, looking tired.
"This is going to be a long day." she said.
So I guess they’re in the other world for now. Charlotte has been having nightmares about ghosts. I wonder who the ghosts are? Victims of the witches? What if the Queen sent other kids on missions centuries before and they failed, leading to the Queen killing them? Maybe the ghosts are those kids, warning Charlotte of the dangers that may come along the way.
I enjoyed reading this sequel. I wish you a great day/night.
Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
First Impression: A pretty solid first chapter here from the looks of things. I'm already excited for this because this is a sequel but just on its own as a first chapter, this happens to be really quite strong too.
Anyway let's get right to it,
"And how do you feel about this?" Asked a reporter.
"Do you have mixed feelings? Anger? Sadness?" Asked another.
Maddie stood outside the Clan Castle, getting mobbed by stupid, annoying reporters.
"I feel... ambivalence," she said. Everyone around her soaked it all in and began writing the three words onto thick notepads.
"And do you-" began another, before Charlotte walked up and pushed them all away from her, rolling her eyes in the process.
"Why did you do that?!" asked Maddie.
"You said ten minutes ago you didn't want to be in the paper."
"That was... before I felt like I was famous!!"
"Hmph." said Charlotte.
"Don't you feel amazing and.. er... special?" asked Maddie pointedly.
"I already am special." said Charlotte back.
"Since when re you so grumpy? It's like your entire personality changed." Maddie said.
"I'm fine." said Charlotte, lying. She wasn't fine, to be honest. She'd been having weird dreams lately filled with ghosts. She knew these couldn't be witches, because they didn't look anything like the ones they'd exploded a few weeks ago.
At first she'd just thought that they'd been some kind of nightmares. After all, those witches had been terrifying. But after she'd had them over and over again, she knew something was happening.
You never had the same dreams twice.
"Don't you worry that all the Witches may be back? After all... we never knew what happened to the queen." Charlotte said.
"Nope!" said Maddie. "Why worry about things you can't control?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Did you just quote an inspirational poster?"
"Of course not!" she said cheerfully. "I think those are corny!"
"And yet..."
Charlotte was cut off when a girl holding an empty Pringle's can walked toward them. It was Charlotte's sister, Ellie. (She had recently gotten into a fascination with ants, so she had trapped some and kept them as her pets.)
"Ellie!" Yelled Charlotte. "Are the reporters getting to you, too?"
"Nah." said Ellie. "But they were scaring Ellie Junior, Nameless, Breadlover, Mushroom, Raticorn, and George Washington." She held the container protectively.
Those were the ant's names.
"Who are those?" Asked Maddie. (Nobody had told them about the ants.)
"My ants!" said Ellie happily. "Want to see?"
"No thanks." Maddie looked disgusted.
"You are weird." said Ellie, before getting pulled back into the crowd.
"What do you think about all this?"
"Where were you?"
"What's in the can?"
Ellie sighed, looking tired.
"This is going to be a long day." she said.
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