Aedan

Hello, Aedan Thunderpyre here.
I am a Diviner in the game, and in The Diadem I turn up in the 3rd installment. Now Caroline has given me permission to post on and edit her website--

Caroline Dawnrunner: I did not! I let slip my email + password to you and you suddenly ran to the computer! And I never said anything about editing my fansite!

Aedan Thunderpyre: Hey shut your face!

Rebecca Duskglade: That's not very nice Aedan.

Aedan Thunderpyre: I don't care the slightest.

Caroline Dawnrunner: Why? Why do we have to do this? Yesterday I was in the Spiral Chamber with this you and you were laughing about how far behind I was in Runescape and then this Initiate wizard overheard and reported you.

Aedan Thunderpyre: Tip in real life: listen carefully to people's conversations before reporting them.

Caroline Dawnrunner: I mean, yeah, you can't just do that. We weren't even talking about Wizard101. We were talking about "Rune scrape".

Aedan Thunderpyre: I can't believe you're actualy agreeing with me. You can't just do that.

Caroline Dawnrunner: Er...OK.

Aedan Thunderpyre: Whoah...really? SCORE ONE FOR AEDAN THUNDERPYRE! But who's counting?

Caroline Dawnrunner: You, Me, and Rebecca are tied. So all the haracters of the story are even...

Brill: Greetings, young wizards.

Travis Spelldust: What's going on here?

The Cold Master: What is all this commotion?

Aedan Thunderpyre: *grins* score two for Aedan.


Oh yeah, for some reason there is this bug when you go to add a picture on this computer with Blogger, so I can't put up a crazy picture of Abraham Lincoln that sez 'Who's Awesome? You're Awesome.'

How was my day? Well...

Well, on Sunday AT&T crashed, I was sick on Monday, but this girl managed to make the first page of Help is Sent! Booya! I'm afraid that the rest of the Internet distracted me though...

Anyways, today I'm going to tell you about the level 58 spells.

 Ra:

I actually know alot about this guy from Return of the Homework Machine. Ra was the Sun God, and during the day he would pull his sun chariot thingy across the sky. At night. Osiris would be like, "Hey Ra. Can I borrow yer chariot? Becuz I want to show all my pals in the Underworld how tight I am with you." So then Ra says, "Go crazy" and tosses him the keys. Then by morning Ra is like, "Ok cans I have my chariot back?" and Osiris hands him the keys and the cycle begins again.

(Ra is a Bird)

Medusa:

Once upon a time, Medusa was this really hot chick and her boyfriend was Posieden. Posieden was a rule-breaker, so he took Medusa into Athena's temple. Well, Athena caught them together in her temple, and she got really ticked off. So she turned Medusa into a menace with snakes for hair and with one glance she turns mortals to stone. Not a good combo.

 

I'm obliged to say that Medusa looks a little bit different in real life.

Efreet:

An Efreet is also an Ifrit, Ifreet, or Afrit, and it is from Arab legend. Noone can say whether they are Good or Evil. Sometimes Efreets mix with humans with magical powers. Watch out, Harry Potter!

    Also, yet another word for Efreet is Djinn, so I'm wondering if the Fire Djinni from AdventureQuest.

<Efreet             Fire Djinni>

Leviathan:

Leviathan is actually a sea-demon guadian of Heck, so now I'm seriously wondering why this was a lvl 58 spell. I mean, the Leviathan is evil! But I spose its kinda cool to use.

Actually, today at my school was the Book Fair. What sucks is that the school budget is really tight, and I only had 20 bucks, so I could only get Artemis Fowl 7: The Atlantis Complex in which Artemis's mind is getting freaky because of this disease from the Atlantis Complex. Anyways, all the boys got Draw, Write,and Destroy. So the boys that sit at my table brought their books to the cafeteria and they were all on the same page: combine an animal with a monster. So suddenly I thought Viathan again, and would not it be a cool idea to combine a cat with George Lowe-viathan? Well, now it's Lorge Gowe-viacat!

The Diadem: The Kraken Returns by Caroline Dawnrunner

    “Caroline! Get ready for school!” Mom called.

    “Mm…frm,” I mumbled, half-awake.

    “Come on, Caroline!” Mom yelled, a little more forcefully.

    “Get up, Caroline Dawnrunner,” said Brill.

    I snapped awake. “Shut up, Brill,” I muttered.

    Geez, I could barely stand the Phantom of Memories! It’s not like I need reminding about Sylvia Drake’s Diadem every five min—wait, back up.

    Well, about four days ago, me and my best friend Rebecca Duskglade went to the Hedge Maze. That’s on Unicorn Way, where Rebecca lives. Anyway, a sprite went up to us and asked to speak in private. Well, guess what? The sprite wasn’t a sprite. It was really Brill, the Phantom of Memories. See, she wanted Rebecca and I to find Sylvia Drake’s Diadem, which was supposed to have some extraordinary power. Now what I don’t understand is this:

1.       If the Diadem was so powerful, why in the Spiral did Sylvia die? She could’ve just healed herself.

2.       Why did Brill choose us to get the Diadem of Sylvia Drake? I can think of plenty of people who are much more powerful – Mom, Dad, Brill, Professor Drake, Headmaster Ambrose, Professor Wu…any Grandmaster in the Spiral!

   

    Well, anyways, the day after I was given my mission, I was hoping to find out as much as I could about Sylvia Drake or the Diadem. I thought I would go to Ambrose for a resource and asked about the wife of Malistaire. The Headmaster said that Gloria Krendell used to be a really close friend of Sylvia, so I went to her. Gloria told me that Sylvia used to be the Life professor. When I asked her about a Diadem, she just didn’t understand me.

    Well, the conclusion here is that Sylvia liked to keep her secrets close to her index finger, or maybe Sylvia just wasn’t that close to anybody, but only enough to tell her husband on her deathbed.

    So Brill got this idea that I think this search for the Diadem is so hopeless that I’m going to forget it completely, so she gives me a mental nudge every five minutes. Methinks she could lay off for, I don’t know, a week, because the words ‘Sylvia’ and ‘Diadem’ are practically burned into my mind.

    Anyway, I pulled on my robes, grabbed my wand and spellbook, and, after a few moments of searching, had my pet Bloodbat (Dexter) at my side. I scrambled down the stairs and took my spot at the table, where I consumed my cereal, and I was almost out the door when Mom called, “Wait!” I turned around.

    “You forgot your deck and experience vial!” she pushed these into my hand. “Uh, thanks, Mom,” I muttered, then sped off to Ravenwood. I once again had to stop, because I’d spilled the cards in my deck – Bloodbat, Imp, Golem Minion, Troll, and Leprechaun. I groaned, because now I was late. Then I groaned again, because the yellow mist was there again. And I dropped all my other things, which were now rolling downhill.

    Finally, I made it to the Commons (I lived on Golem Court), and was nearly in Ravenwood when Prospector Zeke yelled, “Fur coats from Grizzelheim! One time only!” and I stopped. I thought, well, I don’t need a winter coat! but then I stopped again. What would happen when winter came? It’s not like I had a coat. when I’d looked in the hall closet on the day after my arrival, I saw two adult-size Grizzelheim capes and a small wolf fur for a baby. So I saw my opportunity to save my parents’ money when winter came. After all, I was rolling in wizard gold after all the monsters I beat up on Unicorn Way and Cyclops Lane. So I marched up to Zeke and bought a fur cape, then went back over to Ravenwood.

    I suddenly realized that I couldn’t just walk into class heaving a fur cape. That would look silly! So I ran back home and deposited the winter coat in the closet. Right then, my Dad came up to me and said, “Hey, Caroline. How was class?” “What—” Oh, great. It was 10:00. Myth class was over! “Oh, yeah, it was great,” I lied. “I, err, learned, Troll Minion!” “That’s great!”Dad said cheerfully. “And, err, now I, err, have to go to detention—Triton Avenue! Yep! Triton! Susie Gryphonbane’s brother disappeared, and she wants me to help her find him.” I said. “Triton Avenue, did you say? I don’t know, daughter. I’d stay away from the people on that side of town.” Dad told me that I was descended from Conjurers with Theurgist side class and Theurgists with Conjurer side class, so my family naturally despises Diviners and Necromancers. Dad thinks it’s great that I hang out with Rebecca, but he disapproves of her Necromancy side class (and so do Rebecca’s parents, both Theurgists).

    I ran off to Myth class and burst in, just as Travis Spelldust was taking his seat for detention.

    I don’t really like Travis. He is one cold Thaumaturge. On my first day in the Ravenwood School of Magical Arts, I showed up during Myth side class. Professor Drake told me that I had detention. Well, Travis just started laughing like a maniac. He’s been in detention with me ever since, and he reminds me so much of Tracy. I think he bullies me because he doesn’t have any friends. Because he’s weird. And strange. One time, a Pyromancer named Luke Flamefist told me, Travis was just practicing to summon a Frost Beetle in Novice class, when instead; an Ice Phoenix came out of his wand and froze the Fire school. After than happened, Travis just laughed like an insane person. Then Luke and a couple other curious people followed him home, and he just disappeared off of the face of the Spiral for about twenty minutes. Then he reappeared with this crazy grin on his face, like he knew something that no-one else did. And he just disappears after every Ice class and reappears after ten minutes.

    As soon as I stepped through the door, Travis laughed out loud and Cyrus Drake barked, “Caroline! Travis! Attention!” Travis and I both stood up abruptly from our seats. “I want you both to go to the library and research a Wumpus. I will not speak to the both of you until you have come up with a decent report to show to my class tomorrow.” “Got it, sir,” Travis and I said together. Travis put on some sort of mock-salute. Professor Drake glared at him.

    Travis and I walked to the Commons together. “Uh…do you have any background information on this ‘Wumpus’?” I asked nervously. Travis shook his head.

    I felt super uncomfortable walking with him. Everyone was gawking at me and possibly wondering if I was truly going out with the weirdo who froze the Fire school. I just hoped we wouldn’t have to hold hands. I also hoped Rebecca wasn’t seeing this. Luckily, she wasn’t around, so I thought she was probably on Triton Avenue, helping Susie.

    It seemed like forever, but I finally walked into the library and asked Harold Argleston for a book on the Wumpus.

    “The Wumpus? I do not believe I have ever heard of it. And trust me, I know all these books by heart.” The librarian scratched his chin. “Did Cyrus Drake tell you to research the Wumpus?”

    Five minutes flat, Travis and I were in front of the Myth teacher. “I told you not to ask that librarian!” Professor Drake said. No, actually you didn’t tell us this, Professor Drake, I thought. “Well, against my better judgment I give you one last chance,” said Cyrus Drake. “Go to the Hedge Maze and bring back some Truffula leaves. Lady Oriel will be of no use. If you fail, consider looking for a new school.”

    As soon as I entered the Hedge Maze with Travis, I got an idea.

    “Wait one minute,” I told Travis. I stood on top of a Hedge and called out, “Brill!”

    What an easy solution! I didn’t actually ask Lady Oriel for help, and Brill seems to know everything!

    Brill zoomed up to me in sprite form. “Hello, Caroline Dawnrunner,” Brill/the sprite squeaked. “What brings you by?” “Hey Brill,” I greeted. “Do you know where we can find any ‘Truffula leaves?’” Brill/the fairy narrowed her eyes. “Truffula leaves do not exist,” replied she. “I’m guessing your Myth Professor sent you on a wild goose-chase. To keep, you in school, why don’t you get some ‘Truffula’  leaves from Ivan.” “Thanks, Brill,” I said gratefully.

    Fifteen minutes later, I was holding out Ivan’s leaves to Professor Drake while Travis was doing his creepy laugh. The Myth teacher raised his eyebrows. “You have brought me Truffula leaves? Impossible!” I smiled slyly and he frowned. “Well, you’ve proved that you can actually get ahold of Truffula leaves. Now go to Unicorn Way, you two, and wait for something to happen. If nothing does happen, don’t bother coming back to this school.” So Travis and I walked back into the Commons, me wondering if the Fire school took late students.

    I walked into Unicorn Way. As soon as I did, a Unicorn appeared. I was shocked, because I expected a Cyclops or something. But then again, it was Unicorn Way. The Unicorn said in a sing-song voice, “Tell Cyrus that you have my favor. Take care, Caroline and Travis!” The  Unicorn vanished. Travis was doing his insane laugh again.

    “You two say you saw a Unicorn? How unusual. Not many people claim they saw a unicorn. More are more imaginative and will at least say they saw a Troll,” Professor Drake yawned. “Well, I suppose you both can have your spell for your second minion. This one is a Troll. Let’s just hope it doesn’t eat you…” “What?” I asked nervously. My teacher didn’t say anything as he gave me three cards.

Y Y Y

 The next day after school, I was grinning, because for once I didn’t get detention. A full day completely free of Travis Spelldust! “What are you so happy about?” Rebecca asked me as we were walking to Triton Avenue. “I…I didn’t get detention today,” I replied. “Well, that’s a stretch,” Rebecca muttered. “So, will you help me with the Kraken?” “Sure,” I said.

    Rebecca and I stood in front of Sohomer Sunblade. “Well…good luck.” Sohomer said uneasily. “We’ll get it done!” Rebecca said exasperatedly. “There’s no need to worry,” I agreed. We stepped onto the teleporter.

    We got off the teleporter and walked into the dueling circle. But something seemed atypical, but I couldn’t put a name to it. “Do you notice anything…strange?” Rebecca asked nervously, reading my mind. “Yeah..no-one else is around. There’s usually a ton of people fighting the Kraken. And the Kraken is not here.” “Maybe he took a vacation,” Rebecca suggested. “Or maybe,” a voice behind us growled, “he decided to look before greeting his intruders.”

    Rebecca and I jumped, and I let out a gasp of horror. I remembered a purple monster cornering me on the playground in preschool and screaming, “WHERE IS THE DIADEM, WORTHLESS CONJURER?”

    Uh-oh.

    Diadem.

    “We don’t have the Diadem!” I blurted out. “I know you don’t,” the Kraken hissed. “But you will get it for the Cold Master.” “I’ll never give it to you!” I said fiercely. “Oh, you will,” the Kraken growled. He stepped forward and raised his lightning bolt. I ducked just as he tried to zap me. Instead, the teleporter got fried. We were trapped.

    I took out my deck and picked the card on top. Troll Minion. I casted it and now two became three. The troll raised its club, but – ZAP. Fried.

    Now it was Rebecca’s turn. She took out a gold-lined card – it was Spirit Armor. Luckily, it popped up in front of us just before the Kraken attacked again. The lightning bolt hit the shield and it shattered—I didn’t know the Kraken could bestow all that damage in one blow! I quickly took out a treasure card, following Rebecca’s idea, and looked at it – Medusa. Not bad. I cast the spell. Out came Medusa, and she stared her stare at the Kraken. Then she vanished. The Kraken was stunned, but alive. That was weird too. Medusa had done 1000 damage, but the Kraken was supposed to have 512 health! So I checked Mr. Kraken’s health. It was 8000 out of 9000. Even at the Kraken’s current health, that was more than the Jade Oni had!

    While the Kraken was unconscious, we attacked him with as many Treasure cards as we had – Forest Warlord, Efreet, Judgment, Scarecrow, Orthrus – I wasn’t even sure how these had gotten into our deck. By the time the Kraken was fully awake, he had his original health – 512.

    Two different things happened at the same time – I casted a Fire Kraken, which defeated the Kraken, but at the same time, he sent a Leviathan – Rebecca and I being level eight, we were defeated.

    The Kraken was a bit more than defeated. He turned into water and the earth absorbed him.

    Well, Rebecca and I were practically gasping for air. I’d never been really defeated before. I heard that defeated people got returned to the Commons, but since the teleporter was broken, we had to stay here and suffer. And just then, Brill appeared.

    “Apparently two people cannot do the work of ten. Help will be sent.” Brill rang her Balance scales and was gone. My last thought before I went unconscious was that I really, really, really couldn’t handle Brill’s mission. Did the Phantom of Memories feel the same way?

I do quite need comments.

Chapter three of The Diadem: Help is Sent!

House Picture!

Yesterday, I felt like taking screenshots of my house so this happened:

Then I took a picture of Rebecca Duskglade's house (second character)

Then I asked my friend Aedan for a screenshot, so he sent me this:

Caroline Dawnrunner: Lame.

Rebecca Duskglade: I have seen better.

Aedan Thunderpyre: What are you talking about? Mine is awesome.

Caroline Dawnrunner: No, it's dull.

Rebecca Duskglade: What she said. 

Aedan Thunderpyre: Come on! The wallpaper is better than yours! Look, wizerds fighting in the background--

Rebecca Duskglade: Yes, but you don't have a castle or land. You just have a mediocre dorm. And look, this wallpaper comes right off. XD

Caroline Dawnrunner: Plus you didn't do the snip properly. I can see your potion bottle and compass.

Aedan Thunderpyre: Oh - well - really? Oh well clumsy snipper here | but I'm still cool even if I don't have a castle! >:O

Caroline Dawnrunner: Um yeah it is. At least, that's what all the Grands think.

Rebecca Duskglade: Hyah, everyone above Magus used to ignore me until I got the Wooden Cottage. Now I'm soooo interesting!

Aedan Thunderpyre: Ergh

Postscript: Very close to finishing second part.

Part 2 of 'Hay'

Remember the part about listing ALL fan blogs? Well, this is kind of impossible. So no.

And remember the part about getting famous? Well, please burn it in a bonfire - this is impossible too. See, I'm just another blog in the wizard101 labyrinth of fans, so forget it.

And, on the bright side, I've thought of all the chapters (almost).

Hay

Have u noticed all the fan blogs? Well, I have 3 goals with this site:

1. Get Famous
2. Er...finish the Diadem?
3. List all fansites!!!!!!

And I'm gonna do it. You'll see.

Postscript: Part 2 of The Diadem: The Kraken Returns!

Remember what I wrote at the beginning?

 I knew it was something—like a beginning—in preschool. A scaly, purple monster had cornered me on the playground and screamed, “WHERE IS THE DAIDEM? WHERE IS IT, WORTHLESS CONJURER?” I had squealed “I don’t know!” over and over again while the other preschoolers hollered their heads off. It was when the monster clobbered me with the tip of his lightning bolt when I woke up in the orphanage, where the nurse convinced me there were no purple lightning monsters, although there was still a burn that had never healed on my left shoulder.

Well, let's see what happens.

Possible other chapter titles:

The Bed of Frost    Snow    Ice
An Frosty   Icy Danger   Threat
The Highest Branch    Top  Heart of Bartelby  The World Tree
The Final Defeat     Fight  Duel

Well? Wadddaya think?

The Diadem: The Sprites' Secret by Caroline Dawnrunner

    Looking back, I’d always known I was special.

    I knew it was something—like a beginning—in preschool. A scaly, purple monster had cornered me on the playground and screamed, “WHERE IS THE DAIDEM? WHERE IS IT, WORTHLESS CONJURER?” I had squealed “I don’t know!” over and over again while the other preschoolers hollered their heads off. It was when the monster clobbered me with the tip of his lightning bolt when I woke up in the orphanage, where the nurse convinced me there were no purple lightning monsters, although there was still a burn that had never healed on my left shoulder.

    And I couldn’t forget that time when I was eight. Tracy and her friends, Jenna, Casey, and Jackie were discriminating me as usual. Then Tracy said the thing that finally made me crack—“Hey Caroline? How come you’re an orphan? Oh, I bet your parents noticed you were so ugly that they could hardly look at you—“ the floor cracked. Tracy toppled in. When she and her friends were dug out, Tracy alleged that I had broken the floor. I wasn’t blamed because they didn’t believe her.

    And maybe the weirdest of all… once an owl flew straight toward me, not as though to attack, but like if you spot your friend in the New Year’s Eve crowd in Times Square. The owl never made it, though. One of the boys in the orphanage threw a rock at the owl. Twitching on the ground, injured, the owl vanished on the spot, not before I realized it was wearing glasses.

    It was finally explained on my tenth birthday. I think we should start off at the beginning.

    I got up and I tried to blink the yellow mist out of my eyes. It was always there, at least, occasionally. No one else could see the yellow mist but me. I’d asked Tara if she could see it, then Nick, then Amber, but they all thought that my vision was impaired. I shook my head to clear it out and stared out the window. I had to shake my head again.

    It was the owl.

    Trying to tell myself that it hadn’t been there, I had tardily gotten dressed and left the dorm before I realized that today was the big one-zero. I could hardly believe it. I was ten! I didn’t believe it was so possible to be a two-digit. It was one of those things I didn’t believe existed, like Phoenixes and Unicorns and Cyclopes and Dragons. Boy, was I wrong.

    Being in an orphanage, your B-day is NOT celebrated EVER. The director just walks by you and says ‘Oh, Happy Birthday, Tracy’. I thought this was a regular greeting, so I had said it to Crystal every morning, which convinced her that her birthday was every day until I found out a birthday was the day you are born.

    After having my lonely breakfast at a table by myself, partly because of the invisible yellow mist and the cracked floor, I went back to my dorm to imagine what my birthday would’ve been like if I had a family. While doing this, I fell asleep.

    A voice was whispering in my ear. “The diadem,” it said softly. “The Diadem,” the voice kept repeating the word, and I didn’t like it. I tried to run away, but icy hands were clutching at my chest. Around me, a storm swirled. The eye of the storm opened up a little, and I saw, up above me, there was a circlet with a jade in the center. Instead of the storm carrying the circlet along, it stayed firm in the sky. Soon, it was covered by another cloud.

    The voice started to speak again. “That is what I seek,” the voice said. It had softened a little, and I realized that it was a woman was speaking. “But only you can get it for me. I might even let you live if you do….do….do….”

    I woke up again and Tracy was standing over me, looking thunderstruck. “There’s—there’s someone here to see you,” she said weakly. Indeed there was a visitor. An old wizard sort of man with a nose like a bird’s beak. He only had one eye. Sitting perched on his shoulder was the owl. The very owl, the one that had been out my window that morning, the owl that had been hit by a rock.

    “I shall have to break the ice!” the old dude said cheerfully. “You, Caroline Dawnrunner, have been accepted at the Ravenwood School of Magical Arts.” “Dawnrunner?” I asked in a small voice. “Magical?” “That is right.” The old man smiled. Tracy threw me a jealous look. She was one of those people who fantasized about being special. I knew she wanted my fate so badly. Tracy also wanted a last name, too. Or at least a foster family.

    The old man took out a scroll. “Headmaster Merle Ambrose and owl assistant, Gamma, warmly welcome the newest addition to the Ravenwood School of Magical Arts. Here you can choose from two out of seven magical academy courses, one of which a school of Focus. The Headmaster will have to ask you to step through this portal if the student wishes to attend.” I was about to defiantly tell ‘Merle Ambrose’ that I didn’t appreciate this prank and that portals didn’t exist, but then I saw white swirling fog in front of me, and if I concentrated hard enough into it, it seemed like a mansion library. Tracy was silently crying behind me. I stepped forward, about to enter a world of excitement and mystery and wizardry, but I hesitated. “Do not be afraid, Caroline Dawnrunner!” Gamma the owl chirped. “You will merely be teleported to the Headmaster’s office, where he will enroll you!”

    Tracy was definitely not expecting the owl to talk, because her screams practically absorbed the entire south side of Hartford.

    “Quickly, young wizard!” Ambrose yelled urgently over the noise. “We do not want to raise awkward questions among the people of Earth! Please step inside the portal!” I looked behind me, and saw that the director had broken the door off its hinges, the caretaker was shaking a finger at me, and Tracy opened her mouth, probably to tell some far-fetched tale of wizards and talking birds. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the portal, and the thing before that was probably the right idea.

    If you have never been inside a portal before, you are the lucky one. I really envy you, as you don’t have those horrors in your past. Portal-traveling is just like how they describe Apparating in Harry Potter (and now that you think about it, I could compare my life to this book), only worse. I felt as though an invisible force was grabbing the air out of my mouth, my eyes felt like I’d opened the airplane emergency door, someone had slipped an office rubber band around my neck…and as soon as it had started, it stopped.

    I was lying on the Heads’ office floor, gasping and panting. I finally got the strength to get up, and Ambrose was waiting for me. “Thank the light you were able to get up,” he said. “I feared I would have to call a surgeon.” I laughed feebly, and then I looked around. There were hundreds—no, thousands—of books, all very stacked untidily, surrounding me by the dozens. One million bazillion trillion billion zillion jillion forms were piled neatly in the corner with a quill and ink bottle smack on top. And of course, a perch for Gamma. Ambrose’s voice jolted me awake as though I had been electrocuted.

    “I believe we must consult your School of Focus,” the old man said calmly, staring straight into my large green eyes. “Please look at the Book of Secrets.” He indicated a pedestal-d book I hadn’t noticed before, which I walked up to. I looked at page 319, then ’20. They were both blissfully blank. I was about to look up and ask what I was supposed to be seeing when one word formed on 320: MYTH. The yellow mist appeared again, and I had a funny feeling my good friend the Headmaster could see it too. “Hail, Caroline Dawnrunner, Novice Conjurer,” Ambrose acknowledged. “Sweet,” I muttered. “I don’t know what a Conjurer is.”

    Ambrose replied, “I will let you take the Ravenwood Tour tomorrow. In the meantime, you must meet your parents.” “My parents are dead,” I said simply. “In case you haven’t noticed, I used to live in an orphanage.”

    “Your parents are not dead,” Ambrose responded. “Nine years ago, Wizard City had to evacuate onto Earth because a hurricane was sweeping throughout the Spiral. When the disaster was over and buildings repaired, the inhabitants of this colossal hub rushed back home. You must have been forgotten in the frenzy.” I didn’t ask questions. “I’ll meet my family,” I said vapidly. The room suddenly disappeared, then a different room appeared. I only had a seconds’ glance at a look of delight across a man’s face, then I was swept up in a mass of blue-and white cloth. A female voice said, “Oh, Caroline! You’re all grown up now! I wish I could’ve—” “Let her breathe, Kim,” a man laughed.

    I was looking at my parents. Two unfamiliar but kind people. We didn’t say anything. We just stared at a completed family.

Y Y Y

    “Wake up, Caroline!” my Mother called the next morning. I shot up, put on my robes, and gathered up my wand and spellbook.  I ran down the stairs and skidded to a halt in front of my Mom and Merle Ambrose. “Ah! There you are, Caroline!” he said cheerfully. “I was wondering if you could help me with something today.” “Fire away, Mr. Ambrose.” I said, saluting. “There seems to be a bit of a … problem down on Unicorn Way. I was wondering if you could take care of it?” I was already out the door.

    Oh, how I loved running in Wizard City! The sweet air filled my lungs, birds chirped, the fountain in the middle of the Commons made a nice noise, and the day was too beautiful to be real. I ran until I reached Unicorn Way, where I stopped to take it in. There really didn’t seem to be a problem, and I wasn’t sure where to go, so I just walked through the huge doors in front of me.

    Inside the doors was a scroll with a pencil floating in midair. What could I do? I signed it.

    Suddenly, I was inside a sort-of-deserted arena. Suddenly, I realized I wasn’t alone. The person across from me was really beautiful. She had brilliant red hair, serene blue eyes, and pretty light green clothes that looked just like mine, only mine were blue-and-yellow. “You’re dueling for the first time to?” she asked me. “Umm…” I couldn’t answer, because suddenly, I was standing in a circle. After thinking a few seconds, I realized that I was probably locked in a wizard duel. I took out my card deck and threw my Bloodbat card into the center. It attacked the girl for 105 damage. Then she took out her card, which was an Imp. The Imp only did 65 damage. I felt confident I would win.

    We kept using the same exact cards over and over again, until my opponent only had 25 health. It was her turn, but I knew I would still beat her. But instead of taking out Imp, she took out Fairy. The Fairy healed her for 420 health. I was suddenly conscious of my 75 health.

    “Good game,” I murmured afterwards, shaking the dazzling girls’ hand. “Yeah, you too,” the girl agreed. “I’m Rebecca Duskglade. How about you?” “Caroline Dawnrunner,” I replied. “Say, could you help me with something?” “What?” Rebecca asked. “Is there anything dire happening around Unicorn Way lately?” “What? Oh! Yeah!” Rebecca’s face became serious. “Someone’s been corrupting all of Lady Oriel’s sprites! Ceren Nightchant thinks that it’s the skeleton Rattlebones, we can go kick his butt!” “Sounds like a good idea!” I accepted.

    Rebecca and I walked into Rattlebones’ keep. “This place looks empty,” I remarked. “Not so!” a voice hissed. I jumped and looked behind me (both at the same time; NOT a good combo). It was an armored skeleton, obviously Rattlebones. “The corruption of the fairies is only the beginning of Malistaire’s plans. Soon, all of Wizard City will fall, and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it!” I was scared. I remember feeling helpless, afraid, as though all hope was lost. But that wasn’t true. I remembered when I was eight. “Hey Caroline,” Tracy taunted. “How come you’re an orphan? Oh wait you’re not, you’re a wizard. You’re a big scary wizard. You’re a big scary wizard who’s going to beat me up. But are you really that tough?”

    I thought, “I am tough!” with all my might. Suddenly, there was a rumbling in the distance. “Do you feel that?” Rebecca asked nervously. I opened my mouth to say yes, but suddenly a crack appeared in the floor. The crack deepened and widened. Rattlebones said, “What—” But instead of finishing the sentence, he fell into the split. As soon as he did that, the fissure disappeared.

    Rebecca and I were silent for a few moments. We had no idea where that came from. I just thanked God for helping with the scary skeleton. “Uh…we should go talk to Lady Oriel,” Rebecca said.

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    “Well done!” Lady Oriel cried when we finished our story. “You have defeated the evil skeleton known as Rattlebones. I do hope his master does not attack Unicorn Way!” “It was our pleasure, ma’am,” I grinned, giving her a wink.  Rebecca and I marched off to the exit, leaving our Seraph friend to shed tears of joy.

“Psst! Caroline Dawnrunner! Rebecca Duskglade! Can we talk? In private?”

    I looked around. It was one of the sprites. “Uhh…sure,” Rebecca and I agreed in unison. “Great,” the fairy said happily in her small voice. She plucked a leaf off of a hedge. To our surprise, a square of the hedge moved. It started with the leaves on it rustling. You might say, oh, it’s the wind, but there were only a few leaves rustling—creepy. Then, corners started coming around the leaves that deepened; it was a panel. Then the leaf-panel shuddered—and started to sink inside of the hedge. Then it disappeared entirely, and there was a large gap in the hedge.

    “Jump right on in,” the sprite said cheerfully. I didn’t really think the gap looked safe, but the sprite wasn’t exactly trying to kill me, so I thought, what the heck? and jumped right on in.

    I landed in an entirely new place. It was a grove with a couple of trees, a birdbath, and all blue sky except for a hole that led back to the hedge maze. Rebecca landed beside me with a soft thump. The sprite followed us, but as she went through the gateway between the two realms, the fairy transformed—I was now looking at the Blind Justice symbol (or the Balance fairy, as you may call it). “I am Brill, the Phantom of Memories, and I have a mission for you,” the fairy declared. “Eh…right,” Rebecca muttered. I just stared, too amazed to speak. “What is this mission?” “Well…” began Brill, “I, as the Phantom of Memories, should probably show you a memory first…”

    I was standing in the middle of a hospital. I looked around, and I knew immediately that I didn’t want to be here. It was pitch-dark.  A door creaked open, and I jumped back.

    A tall figure loomed in the doorway, light pouring in so I could only see an outline. He stepped out of the shadows, and I noticed he looked evil in some way. It was probably because he looked like a bad guy, or because he was wearing black. The expression on his face was deep with worry, and he rushed to a hospital bed. That’s when I realized it was occupied.

    A woman with light ginger hair was resting. She looked the exact opposite of the man. She looked like a caring person, with deep beautiful features. She wasn’t Lindsay Lohan beautiful; she was more of a mini-goddess. She wore fine green silk and had wonderfully blue eyes. She reminded me strongly of Rebecca Duskglade, who was standing right next to me. But there was something wrong. It was like the woman was really sick.

    Her eyes fluttered open, and the woman stretched out a hand to the man, who took it, and she whispered, “Malistaire.” The man, who was probably Malistaire, replied, “Sylvia.” The woman, who was obviously Sylvia, rasped, “Tell Ambrose. Tell—tell him that—“ she faltered, and it seemed as though life was dwindling out of her with every breath. “What is it, Sylvia?” Malistaire inquired, seeming even more worried than before. “Tell him it’s no longer safe,” Sylvia said faintly. “Anyone can have it now. All the monsters can get it…tell him to take it and hide it. Hide it where it can’t be seen by the sky nor the ground.” “What, precisely?” Malistaire asked, getting more vexed by the second. “The… the d-d-dai—“ With a gasp, Sylvia had left the gloomy, dismal hospital ward. “Goodbye, Sylvia,” her visitor said softly.

    For a few moments, Malistaire sat there, tears streaming down his face. Then suddenly, something like madness overcame him. He ripped a jade circlet off of Sylvia’s head, and with a roar of anger, flung it away. It skidded across the room and the great jade in the middle broke in two. He stormed out of the room, looking livid, and didn’t seem to have noticed that the jade had repaired itself.

    We were all back in Brill’s realm. I felt groggy and tired, like I always do when I’m waking up in the morning. “Eh…eh…what was…that thing…that Sylvia was wearing?” I croaked. “And…was…that man…the…Malistaire Drake?” Rebecca asked. She looked even more worried than before. “Malistaire?” I asked. “Like…the guy Rattlebones is working for?” Rebecca opened her mouth to explain, but Brill got there first. “A few months ago, the Necromancy teacher of Ravenwood suffered a terrible loss. His wife Sylvia Drake died. Struck with grief, Malistaire Drake sunk the Death school and sought to take over the Spiral. His brother is currently the Myth teacher.”

    “And they just let his brother teacher keep teaching there?”  I asked incredulously. “He is innocent and extremely upset,” Brill proclaimed, “because of what his brother did. In fact, I believe you met Cyrus Drake just yesterday, Caroline Dawnrunner.”

    I suddenly had a flashback—no, I was looking at myself, Brill had set it up. My flashback-self was sprinting really fast, so I had to run to keep up. Finally, I could slow down, because flashback-me was in Ravenwood and going to Myth class.

   “Oh, you’re late, Miss Dawnrunner,” my teacher said coldly. “Detention, I think.” Several kids snickered. One kid laughed and howled, “Detention on the first day of school! What is your name?” “And, let’s see, I believe you can stay in with Caroline, Mister Spelldust.” Mr. Drake added. The boy scowled.

    I returned to Brill’s realm, feeling, once again, as though I had just woken up in the morning. “He was really mean,” I concluded. “Anyway,” said Brill, “I hope you saw the circlet resting on Sylvia Drake’s head.” “What?” Rebecca and I asked in unison. Sighing, Brill showed us the memory of Sylvia’s death again (for your reference, please scroll the page up).

    “Oh yeah, the thing that Malistaire took off of Sylvia’s head? That circlet?” Rebecca asked. “Yes,” Brill responded. “This is the Diadem of pure life. I need you two to recover it for me before anything can happen to it.” I suddenly remembered the dream I’d had the other day. “Someone wants the Diadem!” I blurted out. “Someone’s going to steal it and use it—” “Exactly,” Brill interrupted. “That is why I need you to retrieve the Diadem before the Cold Master gets it.” “The Cold Master?” Rebecca and I asked together. “Good luck, young wizards!” Brill farewell-ed.

    Rebecca and I were back in the Hedge Maze with a seemingly impossible quest. Well, you try to find Sylvia Drake’s Diadem with no lead at all!

That was the first part of the story! Leave comments!

This Reminded Me

Today I saw the youtube video for lvl 58 spells, and Leviathan rung a bell, and I couldn't put a name to it. So then I thought: Viathan, an then I remembered Friday the 13th on AQWorlds, in which there was a George Lowe-viathan! Weird huh?

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Postscript: I'm super-close to finishing the first part of The Diadem. Might even finish it tonight.

Opening

OK, so I started this in late 2010. Don't you dare laugh at it!

Everybody, this is a story blog, not a whatever-I-do-on-Wizard101 blog. This story is called The Diadem, in which Caroline DawnRunner and Rebecca DuskGlade have to recover Sylvia Drake's diadem and outwit an icy foe (hint: icy). This is what REELY happened in Wizard101; don't let Sierra Winterbreeze or Sarah Spiritheart fool you!