WE ARE BACK.

*turns on flashlight and shines it in face* 
It has been many moons since the last post, but now, they have returned. *turns flashlight off*
The Authors have returned.
Boom boom, 
"are we going to survive?"
boom boom. 
"JUST KEEP WRITING."
Boom. 
"RUN"
*sunshine*
wait what? Psssh close the curtain.
*jerks curtain closed*
Who will live? 
*opens curtain again* 
No no no no, there will be no serious killing in this novel.
*glares daggers at bright author side.* 
You ruined my moment. Just you wait, just you watch.
*whacks dark side* Go eat your cookies somewhere else.

Hullo! I'm back, You did not know this, I am positive you didn't, this novel that you have read three chapters of is actually NOT the first book! No no no no! It is the second novel.
And today, I would like to introduce the one and only KATHRYN LILL of JEWELL. 
This is the person who caused it all, errrm, well, you've not got that far in the book yet. Whatevs. 

What does she wear?
Woo-hoo picture time!

This is what she would've worn before she became a lady.

Lush colours when she was at court

then something happened. Du-du-duuuun

and she wore clothing like this.

This is exactly what she looks like. :)

What do her closest friends see that no one else can?

Huummmmm, often when she is out and about she wears this sort of...snobby air, or business-like. 

but those who know her know she is prone to be quiet and thoughtful. She can turn it around though too and be a completely silly lass playful and fun. 

What do her enemies see?a person who thinks she's got it together. They know that she doesn't. Her enemies are actually the reason why she is made a lady.
What would be her weapon of choice?
This one's diffi. I don't usually let her have weapons.
*smile* she's scary with them sometimes.
How is she built?
Tall, like most other Jewellians, but not tall. she's got small shoulders and feet that are wanting to be slightly too big for her.
What is her moral code?
I think it's something simple like, be nice if you are going to live here. LOL hardly a moral code.  
What are her moods like?
She usually is in complete desire to be cheery, but her circumstances don't often allow for it. She get's angry slowly, she feels helpless before she feels angry, and when she gets angry. *gulps*
That's why i don't let her have a weapon.
How does she show love?
Going out of her way to be with that someone she cares for.
Why doesn't she do things?
Things, like....hmmm, things... fear, or hopelessness which is a lot like fear.
What is her backstory?
Welcome to Birdsong! *dragon fire spewed all over megaphone, it melted*
Ahem, Once upon a time there was peace between the Jewellians and the Dragons, then *boom boom* He *boom boom* Took *boom* Over *loud rushing sound as camera flies over landscape.* 
As a child Kathryn did not know the meaning of peace, things would be quiet for a time, sure, but there was always something waiting around the corner to attack, or so it felt. Things were tense. 
Her mother and father died when she was little, her father of illness and her mother of *gulps* dwagons. 
Does she think inside herself more than she talks out loud to her friends? (More importantly, does she actually have friends?)
She's often prone to speak what's troubling her, as long as she can trust the person she's talking to. Like Josiah, she trusts him.
Is there something she is afraid of?
Death before things are put right.
Does she write, dream, dance, or sing?
Of course. She's a girl. Duuuuh, this novel is actually written from her point of few, she's writing it to keep all her memories as she gets older, no one believes her of course, but she writes it anyway.
There are a few dances and balls at Castle Elli throughout her time in Jewell, she attended them happily.What is her favorite book?
Now seeing as this is a different world...things are different. There are not many readers, there are bards and story-weavers, and those who are scholarly who enjoy burying their heads in historical documents.
Who is someone that inspires her?
Jem, his utter trust in his leader just leaves her in awe, in a sort of i wish i was like that kinda way.
How old is she?
uuuuhhhh, when she's at court i think she was 100-something.
What does she do with her spare time?
wander halls and visit the royal city Dumon, or sometimes go calling on friends.

Does she have any siblings? How many? Where does she fit in?
She was the only child of Christopher and Kathleen Lill
Does she have a 'life verse' and if so what is it?











let's try.... Broken ones can become blessed ones?
What type of laugh does she have?
Loud and shrill, if there were to be tons of snow everywhere....avalanche! don't make a  joke. 

What is her family like?
She grew up with many different people, but the family she calls "her family" are the Childs, Mr and Mrs Child have a son and a daughter, Andrew is oldest then Emmalyn. They're kind people who are prone to make a joke of mistakes and problems.
Is she a Christian?
Now this is a different world from Earth, however, something happens and i do believe she becomes one. or, this is really confusing.
Where is she from?
Birdsong Village in Jewell.
Any enemies?
*smiles* Yeaaah. two seriously serious enemies. 
What kinds of things get on her nerves?
Bossy people, the ignorance of the royal court of how things are run in villages.
Is she independent, or needs others to help out?
Yes. baha. She needs help often, she does not enjoy speaking out she needs friends who can help.
What is her biggest secret?
Eww, errrm, errrm, she has a lot of them. read and find out! ;P
Has she ever been in love?
A strange sort of love, if you will, she's more crushed than fallen in love. felt duty bound towards love, like she didn't really ever think about it much other than spinning fantasies.
Does she have a specific theme song?
*rubs hands together gleefully.* 
Let us look. *clicks to youtube.
How about Here Comes Santa Claus
*shakes head* no no no no....
i don't listen to songs with words.
Seriously, I have Soundtracks, Classical, Opera, Frozen, and Christmas. and maybe the occasional Phantom of The Opera or Les Mis,
So, soundtrack wise usually the first thing i turn to when writing is...First song
It's just so inspiring! haha
and this
Kathryn's song is possibly like this. ♥ Gah this song. 

Well there ya have it!
You probably still are not sure why I posted this here, but ya know, I had fun. So
We're back. =D

Salut!
~Jess

Chapter III

The instant the two girls opened the attic door, they beheld a vast room crowded with antique couches and dressers covered in dust and old books and magazines. There was also, of course, the piping of the house which gave the whole room a mysterious unearthly air.

Hazel was immediately drawn to a large vanity in the back left corner next to a dusty pile of books. It was a simple brown color with a broken mirror in the rounded frame. A large old oak jewelry box sat on it. Hazel’s curiosity sharpened; she loved old jewelry more than almost anything else. Quickly she stumbled over chairs and stacks of books to her desired destination.

Alex had already found the light switch and was hastily making her way across the room to turn on the other bare-bulb, once she had stumbled over to that one and flicked it, she dove head first into the pile of old fashion magazines that were in a box by a small spider webbed filled bookcase. Hazel went over to the big jewelry box her conscience chiding her as she did, she opened the top compartment with a loud groaning creak, one small golden locket was resting on the velvet padding shining in the light giving of from the light bulb. She stared at it in awe for a moment and then reached out to touch its smooth surface when...

"Ahem!" A loud throat clearing noise filled Hazel’s ears, she cringed. She knew that sound all too well. Reluctantly she turned and there, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips was the tall, slender, and frizzled Franny. Alex looked up from her magazine and gulped.

“What, might I ask, are you two doing in here?” Franny said, her voice menacing. "Did you deliberately disobey my instruction never to come up here or did you "forget?"

“Umm.” Was all either of them could respond. Franny pointed a long skinny finger towards the attic door, “Out! Go to your rooms immediately!” Pulling herself up Alex stomped out and Hazel followed. Later that evening after a firm reprimanding from Franny and scoldings from all three of the maids, the girls headed off to bed without supper.

As Alex crawled into her bed with her huge novel she started mumbling to herself about the little expedition to the attic. “What’s her deal anyway?” Hazel heard her say “it’s just a bunch of junk!” she rolled over and turned her lamp off and flicked her flashlight on.

There must be something up there that is very important...  Hazel mused, and for once in her life the good obedient attitude that had always kept her in check faltered. She had to find out what the secret was! Despite her wondering, Hazel soon dozed off. She woke up a while later to the sound of  growling and an empty ache in her stomach. "Well, If I'm not going to get any sleep, I might as well do something." she decided. Not bothering to put on her slippers she tip-toed out into the hallway and started heading for the attic stairs once more.

After only two steps, her heart jumped: a flashlight beam was coming down the hall!

Her eyes raced from side to side if she opened the door it would make too much noise and if she ran down the

hall she'd be spotted then she saw it a big ugly armchair sitting in the corner just one door down the

hall she side stepped and darted down the hall towards the chair; she made it! She squatted down just out

of sight but to where she could see who was walking down the hallway.  Much to her astonishment she saw Alex munching on a handful of crackers and walking towards the attic stairway! Hazel moved from behind the chair and walked into the beam of light, Alex gasped and almost dropped the flashlight. She walked up close to

Hazel and whispered in a hushed hurried tone, “What are you doing out of bed!?” Hazel gazed at her accusingly.

"The same thing you're doing I think.” Hazel whispered back. Alex let her shoulders droop she huffed “It just wasn't fair the way she sent us off to bed like that and didn't give us an explanation about why we shouldn't’t be in the attic!" Then her tone quickly changed, "Sooo…” she stared into Hazels eyes and smiled disarmingly “I’m going to find out what’s in there!”  Hazel sighed. She was convinced that Alex could read every thought that went on in her mind when she looked at her.

“Care to join me?” Alex said smiling wider.

“Sure, I suppose so.” Hazel shrugged trying not to show how excited she felt. Alex led the way down the hall and up the attic's steep staircase. "We are in for it if Aunt comes back up and finds us in here again!" Hazel thought to herself. Alex glanced back a little nervously too as they stepped into the attic. They were both, completely oblivious to the two bright green eyes staring at them from the armchair.

(Sorry about typos and grammar errors! Please over look those and we will deal with them soon!) 

Chapter II

It had been almost a week and by now, Hazel knew her way around the large house. It was a very strange and old looking house: very long and narrow. It was a two-story house and the second story was one long hall full of rooms on either side; almost like a hotel thought hazel. At the end of the hall, there was a ladder leading up into the attic. It was a very mysterious attic because none of the three servants Judith, Abigail, and Melanie. Would tell her what was up there. She had been very strictly told not to go find out. Now with that warning, you or I might just sneak up there sometime while no one was looking; but Hazel was a very sweet and obedient little girl and so, though she pondered, she never did go up to the mysterious attic.

                

The whole five days she had been there were filled of endless uncomfortable silence among Hazel, her Aunt and the strange girl, Alex. All she knew now was that Aunt Franny was extremely irritable and really disliked young children. She mainly just tolerated the two girls. One day, Hazel got a letter from her father. She read it and immediately headed for the kitchen to show it to Melanie, who had now become a very good friend. Excitedly, she was rushing from her room down the stairs heading for the kitchen when... WHAM! She bumped into a very cross, very stunned Aunt Franny. The old lady crossed her arms and exclaimed, "You know better than to run like a chicken on Friday while not watching where you are going. You need to slow down and look up so you don't keep running into poor old women like me! You nearly knocked me over! Now I insist upon hearing an apology before you go on with your racing around!"

"I - I'm sorry!" Hazel apologized, very stunned and sorry.

"Well, you just make sure you watch where you are going from now on."

That night there was the usual dinner of canned chicken noodle soup. She and Alex ate in silence, as they had done for the past week, then afterwards they did their (very few) chores. Sometimes while doing this, Hazel thought she saw Alex glaring at her, almost as if trying to see straight through her skin. In these moments, Hazel became uncomfortable, and usually went into the next room, but sometimes she’d make eye contact. Those were the strangest of times. She felt almost that when she looked at Alex, Alex could read every thought that raced through her mind. She’d usually shake it off though, and just continue going about doing her chores.

That night Hazel lay in the bed, thinking. The drone of rain on the roof was very loud and sounded like it might leak through the roof at any minute. She knew Alex was fast asleep beside her... (In the same bed...) this got very uncomfortable usually. Hazel pondered: how long would she have to stay here and what would happen when school started. She thought about her home, peaceful and pretty and about her dad wondering what ocean he was flying over right now... Suddenly, she heard a small cracking noise and the sound of rushing water. In a split second, the sound of rain got suddenly louder.

 And......CRACK!!!!! The roof began to drip violently. Both girls were instantly drenched with the falling rain. They both shouted in surprise and they rolled out of the bed. They looked at each other and rushed down to the kitchen to get large bowls to catch the water. They practically flew back up the stairs each carrying 3 or 4 large bowls or pots. Carefully, they placed the bowls underneath the drips hoping no more would leak. As they sat on the floor, they looked at each other. Slowly, a smile grew on both of the girl's faces; they began to chuckle at their situation. Soon their chuckles turned to laughter and soon they were rolling on the floor with amusement.

"Sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot," gasped Alex through fits of laughter. "Let’s start over. I'm Alex."

"I'm Hazel." She replied still laughing. "I'm sorry too! Maybe we can be friends."

"Okay, lets." Alex said with a smile.

By the time they were done getting acquainted they had talked the whole night through and became very good friends. They were very different from each other as most good friends are. You may think that staying up all night may not have been the best of ideas but they probably wouldn't have gotten very much sleep that night anyway because of the perpetual dripping. So they stayed up and made up for lost time which proved quite productive. With the exception of the next morning when they were both dead tired, Aunt Franny wasn't too happy about that.

The next night was better however because they requested a new room and although this was not favorable to Aunt Franny, she gave in and they now had room 11. It was identical to their previous room with the exception it was larger and had two twin beds instead of one double. The girls were both very glad to get into the slightly larger room. Life went a lot smoother from there and the girls got along better. though occasionally they had a few arguments but that was mostly from the different opinion on certain subjects like Alex’s craving to find out what was in the attic, and Hazel’s wanting to stay away from trouble as much as possible.

Alex wouldn't give in though despite Hazel’s reasonable protests; soon Hazel found herself climbing the much dreaded attic stairway.

Chapter I

Once upon a time, a thirteen -year-old girl carefully tiptoed across the long brown porch of an enormous brown house and faced a large brown door. She carefully set down her small suitcase, lifted the old-fashioned knocker. Thump, thump, thump! A moment later, an old woman in a long purple dress with lace at the cuffs of the sleeves and the neckline answered the door. She took one look at our little friend and without even the slightest smile (she looked like she had never smiled in her entire life), motioned with her perfect hand for the child to enter.

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As they entered the house, the old woman stood and looked the little girl up and down as if to inspect her for fleas. "Well," the she said finally, "I assume you are Hazel, Andrew's daughter. I am your Aunt Franny. Is that all you brought? I thought surely you'd have more than that. I do believe the servant said your room is prepared upstairs. It is room number twelve on the right. You can go unpack your things there. Dinner is in half an hour. Don't be late." 

With that, Hazel nodded went upstairs quickly without a word.

She walked upstairs, down the long hall, passing many closed doors (all numbered) until she saw a small door with the number twelve carved into it. She opened the old door more effortlessly than one would expect an old unused door to be and heard classical music playing. That’s nice, she thought. However, she quickly changed her mind. The instant she had stepped into the room, she saw tall, skinny girl lying on a double bed gazing at a book. The girl glanced up when Hazel approached.

“Oh. You're Hazel,” the girl stated, examining her with disdain. “I’ve been expecting you.”

“Um...I…I suppose I should thank you for sharing your space with me,” Hazel stammered.

“Don’t thank me. I don't want you here,” the girl huffed.

Hazel was taken aback by the girl’s bluntness. “I wasn't expecting to be sharing a room. Um...are we both sleeping on that bed? It’s kind of…”

“Yeah we are, unless you want to sleep on the floor, which I have no problem with.  I don’t snore or anything. My name’s Alexandra. Most people call me Alex though.”

“Well, hi, Alex…Um, is there a certain closet that I should put my clothes in?”

“There are lots of dressers in the next room. That’s where I keep mine.”

Hazel walked across the hall to another door, which she promptly opened. Ugh! she thought as she walked into the little storage room . I wish I could have stayed with dad!

Finding an empty dresser, she started unpacking. As she did, she began to wonder, what is this girl doing here and why didn't Dad tell me she was here? Who is she?  All she knew was she didn't like this girl at all. She was too bossy and looked like she thought she was the princess, and everyone else was her servant.

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That evening, Hazel and Alex walked down the stairs for dinner. As usual, Aunt Franny never had anything remotely edible except a pantry packed to the rim of nasty canned chicken-noodle soup.

Hazel and Alex unhappily ate and went to bed.