The Ransom-Part Four

Chapter Four-Mel

     What the heck just happened. I wonder what’s next, huddled in a shack I’ve concocted of shrapnel. 

     I look at the letters I’ve drawn on my hand: Mel. I’m ADD (attention defecit disorder) and art is pretty much everything. I don’t get distracted doing art. Mel’s my name. Well, Mellanin, actually, but what kind of parent names their kid Mellanin. I couldn’t answer that; My parents died when I was three. I never  was able to ask. 

     A see three pairs of feet run past me. Then another pair. Then a burning piece of who-knows-what lands about two feet from my face. I scramble from my hiding place. All of the prisoners are lined up near the hospital. I run towards them. Just as I begin to run, something flies towards me. Sparks fly around me. This is a battlefield, and I’m in the middle of it. I’m about 10 yards away from the line of people. Then an aircraft, flying high above, starts to descend. Faster and faster. I push my feet into the ground, and push even harder off it. Running as fast as I can, excelling myself towards safety. Then the ship lands, flaming, sparks flying, a mere ten feet away. I don’t look back. I run like it’s life and death. And it is. I blink.


        When I open my eyes, I’m in a quiet, medicine-smelling room. I inhale and cough. My eyes water and a doctor turns around. 

  “Finally up! Good, I can take a look at you,” he gives me a smile worthy of Gotham City, and advances.

  “No, thanks,” I scramble away. I am not ready to be probed and picked.

  “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “Please,” I think. I start thinking of crazy things. One of the parts of ADD.

  “Come on, Melanie,” he thinks my name is a typo. That I’m Melanie. I wish.

  “It’s Mellanin. Like melatonin, the sleeping stuff your body makes? You’re supposed to be a doctor, right?”

  “Oh, sorry, um, yeah,” the doctor scratches the back of his head, embarrassed.

  “Where can I get food?” I know I’m being really rude, but seriously. I haven’t eaten for a whole day. That’s a lot for me.

  “Um, down the hall, to the left,” the doctor says.

     I stand up and feel nothing. No pain. Take that, burning ship that almost killed me. I walk down the hall and into a nearly empty cafeteria. At one table sits a blonde boy, a black haired girl, and another brown haired boy, and a girl with long blonde hair. The girl with the blonde hair waves me over.

  “I’m Riley. Wanna get out of here?” She says, like she’s asking where the bathroom is. 

I nod.


The Ransom Character Guide…and Surprise

I’ve come through with my promise!! I am making a character guide. So far there’s only four…right?

Riley was originally going to be the main character… protagonist, if you will…but I decided I wanted to just get more into (haha  my grammar) the lives of the characters. 

I think of Riley as the most laid back. She’s pretty but hasn’t hit her growth spurt, but she’s got brains and uses them. She’s also the proud owner of a sense of humor.

Of coirse, only the cover picture worked for Zielle. It’s not like I’m playing favorites here but I love Zielle’s aura or whatever.

     She’s tall, beautiful and fast. And she’s smart. Pretty much perfect? Almost…she can hold a grudge and is very headstrong.

okay, I’m sorry, but this was the best picture, and the hair matched. But the face. DISGUSTING!! Sorry male model guy but smile. THIS IS NOT PROPER PORTRAYAL ROMEOS FACE IS NOT FAT AND UGLY!!!!
HEMM, anyway, Romeo hasn’t a don’t stop attitude. Unfortunately, this means he doesn’t stop trying to woo (ugh I hate that word) Zielle. He’s strong but not fast and spends a bit too much time in front of the mirror. He’s also very flirty and a Playboy.

Woah. Umm….hehe. 

*Stares* 😍😍😍🌟🌟🌟🌟💫💫💫💫💫💫💫

Heemm. Merik is kind of my favorite. Hes cokcy, cool, and athletic. Kind of like Romeo, but doesnt try hard. *Not like he needs toooo” . He’s super talkative and smart, and does anything to impress.

Wait what? Is this? Who is this? What’s her name? Who is she…

The Ransom-Part Three

How many of you guys are fanpersoning?

Chapter Three-Merik

     I sit like a crumbled wall, falling apart. (Ahhh, beautiful!) My legs are bloody and bruised. My arms are covered in sharp, painful scratches. My tall, curly hair is singed and there’s a cut above my lip.

     Romeo sits beside me, in worse condition. His arm is hanging at his side, clearly broken. 

     After the nuclear blast, we were herded back to our prison. The rumble of a far away eruption had warned Zielle, Romeo, and me of the oncoming blast. We had run quite literally for our lives. 

     I have no idea where Zielle is. Last I saw of her she was running towards the prison. Her long legs pushed her like a gazelle, and she left us behind soon.

  “STAND UP!” the loud voice of a nervous sergeant commands us. “You will all go to the hospital and be treated. You will all stay quiet and not make a sound,” the sergeant goes to the door. Everyone in the room stands and we shuffle around until we’re in a single file line. 

     My mouth is closed for once. I have this problem called Blosser Melvarn. Basically, I have a problem keeping my mouth shut. It takes all of my self control to be quiet as we shuffle to the hospital.


     I lie on a cot, my wounds bandaged and my hair freshly washed. My brain is okay. The nurses are all whispering about how I’m a miracle to not have gotten brain damage from the nuclear blast. It’s rare that somebody comes nearly unscathed from something like that.

     The patter of raindrops outside is odly soothing. I’m not usually a soothing raindrops kinda guy, but I haven’t slept in two days. Lack of sleep does weird things to you.


  “Merik? Merik, are you awake?” a feminine voice arouses me from my sleep. I don’t remember falling asleep. Instinctively, I try to block out the noise.

  “Merik, stop it!” I light tap on the shoulder urges me to open my eyes.

  “Zielle, what are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet once and never see each other again! What’s up?” I instantly become talkative and cocky. I try to grab her hand but she pulls away.

  “Stop it. Yeah, since you just about died with these people, it’s not like you’re gonna meet again. Now get up! We’ve gotta go get Romeo!” 

  “Wait, that guy? Why? We met once and now you wanna have a club?” I was indignant. Prettyboy isn’t the type of person I become besties with.

  “Romeo is the only other person I sort of know. And it’s not a club,” Zielle leans in close to me. Like she’s going to kiss me. Which I wouldn’t mind. Instead, she whispers something: “We’re getting out of here.”


Kind of. I’m planning a character meeting thing!!! 


What Do You Think So Far?

What do you think about the storline? The characters? Will there be shipping 😉😊 (weird, italicized emojis 😜) are you excited for chapter four?


4Ever Fantastic Friends Chapter 5

Hey reader!

Yes, this thing is still alive. You didn’t think I would forget would ya? 😉

It’s just that I have been quite busy with my other blog especially since I hit 100 followers!!! (If you that I hit 100 followers, go check my blog out! I am hosting a Q&A)

And also, I am writing another story based on my friends.

4Ever Fantastic Friends

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

(I highly recommend you go read all these chapters first, if not you won’t understand the next chapter)

Let’s begin!!!

Chapter 5

“Madam Wilkins!” All four girls gasped in surprise. Madam Wilkins was an elderly lady who owned a bakery and was very very very kind. Her confectionery were the best, especially her macaroons.

“You wanted to see me?” Madam Wilkins moved her glasses to the top of her head.

“Y-y-you…” Dawn trailed off. “I thought you owned a bakery!”

Madam Wilkins smiled. “Yes, that’s right. But I’m also the HFG.”

“But-” Sky began.

“It makes sense!” Dusk cried, snapping her fingers. “We’ve never seen her guys! I mean, as in the newspaper. It’s always showing some other people related to the article, but never her!”

Madam Wilkins nodded. “Clever girl. Take a seat.” She waved her wand and four chairs magically appeared. They slumped into their seats.

“I’m sure you have something to tell me so get on with it.” Madam Wilkins shuffled some papers.

The air was filled with silence.

Sea cleared her throat. “We have SM.”

Madam Wilkins looked up. “Show me.”

Sea clapped her hands and water droplets fell from nowhere.

Sky stared at the water droplets as they fell and they were directed out of the window.

As they shot out, Dusk instantly dashed to the window and closed it so the water droplets couldn’t escape.

To end it all, Dawn snapped her fingers and the water droplets changed to little balls of fire.

Madam Wilkins waved her wand and the balls of fire disappeared.

“Interesting…” she murmured.

The friends waited patiently as Madam Wilkins looked through some files and scribbled something on a piece of light blue paper.

Finally, she looked up. “Alright girls. Thank you for telling me. You can go now.” Her once happy face was now very serious and focused.

They slowly stood up and filed out.

That’s it for now!

Thanks for reading!

Starling Sign Off

The Ransom Part Two

Chapter One

Chapter Two-Zielle

(These chapters are going to have a changing point of view. Last chapter POV was Riley. This chapter is Zielle.)

     I pull my raven hair into a high ponytail, sweat dripping from my neck. I feel a sharp tap on my back.

  “Keep working,” the harsh voice of a soldier calls out.

  “You okay, Zielle?” Romeo whispers to me, peeking to see if anyone is looking.

  “I’ve got a backbone,” I say. Romeo is the type of boy all the girls swoon at. Except for me. And, of course, I’m the one girl he likes. I have wavy, jet black hair, high cheekbones, a slender, perfectly shaped body, and I’m 5 7” with a tan complexion. So yeah, I guess I’m pretty. 

  “What do you think you’re doing?” One of the soldiers spits at the girl working next to me. 


  “Get over here,” the soldier grabs the girl and pulls her away. I look over at the other girls work. The stones she was laying were all purposely crooked. I smile at this girls small act of rebellion. 


     The sun is barely peaking over the horizon as we leave the Sanctuary. I’m muddy and have a cut on my left cheek. We all line up as Officer Levando-one of the Golden Countrie’s newest officials-counts us off. All 52 of us. I don’t know what happened to that other girl who was taken. Frankly, I don’t care. 

     Romeo stands behind me in line and tries to hold my hand. I yank it away. “I’m not a baby, are you?”

  “Um, no, I just,” Romeo turns red as everyone stares at us.

  “Good. Then we don’t need to hold hands,” I say and turn back around. Then there is a loud crackling sound. A second later, a fiery explosion sounds behind us.


     Without thinking, I grab Romeo’s hand and run. I try to grab others on my way, but people are going everywhere and the confusion is overwhelming. I throw my legs out in front of me, pulling Romeo away from a spot that explodes seconds after we’re gone. I don’t look back. 

  “Slow…down,” Romeo huffs, lagging behind.

  “Are you joking?” I scream over the explosions. “Would you like to be blown up?” 

     Nobody has any idea what’s happening. Who’s bombing us? Is this a mistake. Thoughts race through my mind as I pull Romeo down into a ditch.

  “Thank you,” Romeo leans over to kiss me.

  “Just shut up. Just because I saved you doesn’t mean I like you.”

  “If you don’t like me then why didn’t you just leave me there?”
  “‘Cause I tried to grab as many people as I could, and you were the only one to come,” I say.

  “Zielle, you’re weird.”

  “Thanks. Best compliment ever.”

       I shreik as somebody bends down next to me and Romeo. The person puts a hand over my mouth. The already cramped hole get more crowded.

  “Mind if I hang out here for a while?” a boy, probably 16 or 17 says nonchalantly. Not like a bomb exploded right behind him.

  ” Gwuff yor an if muy moush,” I say through the boys hand.

  “What’d you say, Pretty girl?

  “Duts not ey,” I mumble. He takes his hand off my mouth. “That’s not my name!” I say loudly, staring at him with icy eyes. 

  “It is now. I’m Merik. Who are you?” Merik looks at Romeo.

  “The name’s Romeo. And we do mind if you stay here.”

  “Woah, woah, cool down. Nobody’s dieing! I’ll leave if you want.”

  “Actually, people are dieing. Have you not noticed the bombs going off around you? And dont leave. I will.”

   “Can’t let you do that, Pretty Girl. You’re a bit young to go out there and die,” Merik winks at me in an infuriating way.

  “She won’t die. Come on, Zielle, let’s go,” Romeo seems ready to leave.

      Just then, there’s a rumbling beneath us. Romeo and Merik jump up along with me. We all run.

To Be Continued!!

Ransom Book Cover

I love the font, it’s eerie and dramatic yet new and inviting! And the picture. I will MAKE it tie in! I am thinking about chapter two of Ransom right now!

Isabel made this for me, right? I found it and it’s so pretty!

Over the Mountains Chapter 1

          Hi, guys! Sorry for the delay in posting this; I mean, honestly, it’s been a long, long, long time. But I was REALLY busy and I was on vacation a lot soo…:/. But, there’s no time like the present! So behold the very first chapter of…Over the Mountains.

Chapter 1

We had always been together, until one day. That one fatal day when everything changed. How I missed her, how much pain raged through my body every day thinking about my sister. My dear sister who had always been with me no matter what. Azania.

Ever since my sister’s capture, I was always shut up inside my home, and I never knew what went on in the outside world. I never knew what horrible things the people of Winterspell faced. Winterspell was the oldest kingdom in Westwyren Empire, yet I knew so little about it.

“Isania!” I heard my mother’s voice, ringing out sharply. “Where are you?”

Morasia and I both stood. Morasia was my bodyguard, and she was always with me day and night which could be very inconvenient. She was tall and lean, with violet-blue eyes and hair black as the night. She was skilled with magic and tried to teach me the art of enchanting. I did not care much for those things, I preferred to star in physical defense.

I scurried down the stairs, and Morasia followed. I bowed in front of my mother, sitting erect on her throne.

“Hello, daughter,” she said, her blue eyes boring into my brown ones. “I see that you have woken at last. I want to give you something.”

This was a surprise. My mother never gave me anything. She was a cold, unrelenting queen. She motioned with her hands, and a handsome hawk appeared. It stood erect, surveying the scene with its black eyes.

“This hawk will defend you,” my mother informed me. “It will serve you, but you must serve it. You have my permission to go.”

The hawk rested on my shoulder. But I didn’t think too much about the hawk. I only thought about my sister. She was my twin. Same brown hair, same brown eyes, and same inquisitive spirit. But she had never let rules or mother get in the way. Unlike me. She had the spunk and spirit that I never had, and she could stand up to mother. I couldn’t. I was too weak and I hated myself for it.

Azania’s capture haunted me. I longed for her, everyday and every night. Could I let her suffer out there while I lived in luxury? Determination suddenly sparked through me. No, no, that wouldn’t do. I had to go out and find her. I had to find my sister at all costs. She had always been there for me, for ten long years, I couldn’t not do my duty.

“Morasia,” I said, resting on my sofa. “I have to tell you something. Come here.”

Morasia ran to my aid, kneeling down beside me. “I want to find Azania,” I told her. “I want to bring her back. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“I see, highness,” Morasia nodded. “Do you want me to use my powers to help you in your quest?”

This wasn’t expected, but any help was welcome at this point.

“Yes, Morasia,” I replied. “Any help is welcome. What do you see?”

Morasia shook her head.

“Princess,” she said. “I see an impossible journey. Danger lurks in your path. It will not be safe. For you must go to the forbidden city of Westerlight. No soul is allowed entrance, it is prohibited.”

“What?” I managed to gasp out. “Surely there must be a way. Morasia, my twin sister missing of five years is in that forbidden city. There is a way, there has to be, Morasia. Don’t you

understand? You once had a sister lost too, please, Morasia, don’t let her be lost forever. Please.”

“It will be a hard journey,” said Morasia slowly. “I cannot accompany you. Only people seeking things in Westerlight can even go on the journey. I would not be allowed to go on the journey with you, much less than enter Westerlight. Thus, you must be alone.”

“Anything for Azania,” I whispered. “I will go alone. Help, me, Morasia.”

Morasia sprang at the opportunity to prepare me for the long journey ahead of me. She made me put on a new black tunic and leggings, then she washed my brown fur vest and made me put it on again. She braided my hair, sticking a feather in it, and helped me pull on a pair of brown ankle boots. I decided not to bring my hawk, I didn’t want to bother.

“Shall I need weapons?” I asked.

“There are three ways of combat,” said Morasia slowly. “Weapons, magic, and physical. You have not been trained in weaponry or magic, therefore you must fight using physical blows. Everything is a weapon, Isania. Learn that.”

I nodded, hardly believing I was actually doing this. Morasia let down a rope and held it while I climbed down from my bedroom. I landed in the snow, more flakes floating down still. Yet I did not feel the cold winter air. It was always winter here. I saw one slender white hand wave from the window. It was Morasia. I swallowed and raised my hand in return. Then, I turned, ready to begin, not knowing whether I would ever return or not.

It was a blizzarding day. Even I, born and raised in Winterspell, felt the cold and shivered. Morasia had not given me a map. She told me the only way people could get to Westerlight was to follow instinct. People who had the instinct could get there easily enough, it was the getting in part that was difficult.

Instinct told me to go to Springmarsh. I headed east, bracing myself against the cold wind. Suddenly, I saw a green glow in the distance. That must be Springmarsh. I trudged on in the knee-deep snow, not going very quickly. Finally, I could make out a kingdom. Closer and closer we came. Suddenly, there was a blast of warm air, and finally, we were in Springmarsh.

I felt immediately out of place. Everyone, there was wearing light, colorful clothes. They all stared at me, and I heard them whisper something about, “That princess from Winterspell. Isania is her name?”

I hurried through Springmarsh. It took a long while to pass through the kingdom, but at last, I was out of there. Next, I had to go to Shadowglass. It was several miles from Springmarsh, but I was determined to walk on.

The moment I was out of Springmarsh, I was surrounded still by sunny breezes and blue skies. For that was what the weather of Springmarsh always was. With the occasional rain. I was already thoroughly exhausted, having already walked sixteen miles. I saw a purple light, and I ran towards it, almost swift as a hawk.

I wasn’t exactly in place with them, either. I collided into a girl with black hair and purple eyes. She had a quiver of arrows and a bow. She had a diamond double ear piercing, and she was a dress in a strapless short black dress, tall black boots, and arm cuffs. Her hair was partly up in a bun, long black feathers sticking out of it, but the rest was down.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“Only the guardian of Shadowglass,” retorted the girl. “I might ask the same question to you, winter girl.”

“I am Princess Isania of Winterspell,” I said, trying to be haughty and failing. “I am on a mission to Westerlight. So there.”

“I am going there too,” protested the girl. “I don’t believe this.”

“We should accompany each other,” I told her. “We might not have started off well, but since we’re going to the same destination, it would be convenient.”

“All right then,” said the girl. “I suppose then that you should know my name. Echo.”

So, she joined me. We exited Shadowglass and entered Crystalhollow. It was a nice place, so we went to the local inn and got two separate rooms. Echo stayed in one and I in the other.

“Why are you going to Westerlight?” she asked me in the morning. “I am going there to find my destiny. I have been told by an enchantress that my destiny lies not in Shadowglass, but in Westerlight. ”

“My twin sister Azania was captured five years ago,” I said. “I was given hint that she was in Westerlight by my bodyguard’s magic. I have come to find her and bring her back to Winterspell. But my mother does not know. She doesn’t care for anything but her title, and this would surely destroy mine.”

“Interesting,” sniffed Echo. “We have to go to Fallshore today. It isn’t so friendly. We will have to spend the night out in the woods, which I am sure is impossible for you, princess Isania.”

“Oh, stop it,” I snapped. “I’m not all that snobby. I can spend the night in the woods any day. Don’t forget that I come from Winterspell. It is famed for its warriors. Remember that, Echo.”

“Hmph,” Echo sniffed again. “I’m not so sure about that. I’ve always heard the Winterspell was known for their magic too, but looking at you, I doubt the truth in that. You can’t do a single spell, not even opening doors without using your hands.”

“If I didn’t know better, then I would challenge you to a battle of physical combat,” I told her. “Winterspell is ALSO known for wits, and I can hardly say that that is incorrect. But of course, I must not contradict the sly Shadowglassers. Right, Echo?”

Echo looked absolutely outraged. She did not enjoy losing. Sore sport. We were in silence until we reached Fallshore. We camped out in the woods, using the few supplies we had.

It was midnight, I was sound asleep and so was Echo. Suddenly, there was a thud on the ground. I woke up and noticed a shadow creeping about. It wasn’t Echo. Who was it then? The shadow crept closer, and I became more fearful. I rose, trying to remain invisible and crept behind the shadow. Then I jumped on it.

        Sorry that it’s so long! I wrote all of it beforehand, so I don’t really know why I didn’t post this earlier since all I had to do was copy and paste? But I did so that’s that. :P. Well, this is my first chapter and I hope that you enjoyed!



Hey there!

I’d like to thank Rachel for adding me to Author’s Press! I look forward to posting on this blog and I hope you enjoy my writings. 🙂

What you should know about me: I have dark brown eyes. My only language is music, and I find peace in spilling the thoughts and tales in my heart onto a pen or via a computer. I’d like to be a well-known actress; I’ve taken many drama classes, and acting is my passion. I can be quiet and reserved sometimes, and I don’t talk in caps. I’m always growing and changing.

Find more on my personal blog: A Notebook, One Pen, and Me.

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The Ransomed…Part one

Don’t expect a graphic, my computer is-gasps- broken.


     The mysterious liquid boiled in the large black bowl. Not a cauldron. This was no witch. This was much different.

Chapter One

     The terms were strict- 20 billion dollars a person. That was my ransom. That was the ransom of the 53 kids who were kidnapped four months ago. Or was it five? All I know is that only four kids are getting out of here. And it’s the choice of my country, Carenva. In other words, I’m not getting out of here.

     I was 14 when I was captured by these people. Nobody knows their name, but Carenva, and all the other countries, call them the Golden Country. I don’t know why, since there’s not a speck of gold here. Almost everything is metal. 

     The war has been going on for five years with no end in sight. So much for peace-that’s what Carenva means in some language.

     I, Riley, was captured with thirty-one other kids, the other twenty three got here a week after we did. We get three meals, a bed, and a trip to the Sanctuary three times a week, where we are forced the slave for their King. The king keeps a mask on, so that if we do get free we can’t say anything about him. 

     Once, when we were setting stones on the new palace, the mask slipped. I saw teal eyes. Bright, unmistakable teal eyes. Just like mine. The Golden Country-ers didn’t notice the slip up. I have kept it to myself. 

  Right now, I wonder if the King of Carenva is counting out money for our ransom. I wonder who will be set free.