Ooh, interesting! I wonder why Queen Brightstar has a statue of the CB story Leafpool's sisters? AN IDEA! Maybe the statue is different for each person who sees it- like it would show the people that each individual person left behind. 

All of the entries so far were great!

POST! This is awsome!

Sorry for the long delay! I'm a lot busier now that I have school, but I'll try to keep posting as frequently as possible.

Part Five

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Cleo chatted happily with Owlgirl, her brain feeling soft and light. It was so exciting being in Brightstar's castle, on a mission to save the magical and physical realms! A flash of movement caught her eye as something moved, and she let her gaze stray for a second. Leafpool had just quickly turned away from the decorations corner, her face ashen-gray. Cleo's sentence broke off, and Owlgirl turned around to see what Cleo was staring at. "You okay, Leaf?" Cleo asked, her expression creasing with worry. Leafpool jerked up, seemingly noticing Cleo and Owlgirl for the first time.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she said, putting on a smile. But Cleo's sharp senses could still detect something was up, from the way Leafpool kept sneaking glances at the decoraion corner, at the haunted expression in her eyes. Cleo nodded slowly and turned back to Owlgirl, but never let Leafpool go completely out of sight. 

Just as Cleo was telling Owlgirl about the "Christmas Dinner Incident", the great doors flew open and Brightstar fluttered in, with two figures behind her. Cleo pushed herself onto her knees to try and get a better look at the newcomers. One of the figures was tall and pale, with long white hair and startlingly green eyes. She glanced around the room, inspecting it, though her eyes were mostly drawn to the exquisite tendrils of ivy selectively grown around the throne. The more Cleo watched her, the more she became interested in her.  She carried a staff with a shimmering stone on the end, and she stepped with a purpose and poise most like an elf's. Next to her padded a silvery white lynx, its muscles rippling as it walked.

The other figure was shorter and more animated, unlike the calm frost elf. Her red hair curled around her shoulders, bouncing as she walked. As she settled at the table next to Cleo, Cleo saw two small cat ears poking out from the red mass. Her blue dress was simple, but also had a distinct sheen to it, as if enchanted to glitter. She turned to Cleo and nodded hello, one eyebrow raising slightly. Cleo nodded back, not wanting to seem childish. Brightstar seated herself at the head of the table, her dimples glowing.

"Dear Miss Cleo, Owlgirl--or would you rather I called you Ella? No? Alright then-- we have two new members of our peacekeeping party here with us. Miss Brook from the Frostcruac grove--" She pointed to the regal elf, who smiled slightly and dipped her head towards Queen Brightstar. "--and Miss Silvara, from the town of Relasin." Silvara's smile faded for a second, confused, but she quickly assumed it again and surveyed the rest of the girls, nodding. "However, I must go out again to recruit more peacekeepers. We must have good show of fairness at our meetings, hm hm?" She chuckled to herself as she said this, as if it was a joke no one else would understand. "So I must go out again and find them. I'm sure you all will get along perfectly fine, though!" She glittered out of the room, and vanished behind the oaken doors.

There was a silence throughout the hall as everyone stared at each other, unsure of what to say.

Then a loud, piercing meow echoed around the hall. Silvara jumped, surprised, and scooped a wiry black cat from beneath the table as it piteously mewed. "Oh--seems Raven needs her breakfast. You know how these things are--cats and all. I-- suppose I'd better get to my room and see to her, heh, heh..." Abruptly, she stood up and walked from the hall, disappearing through the oppposite set of doors into the hall of the rooms.

As if by a sign, everyone else stood and headed for their rooms, with Leafpool in the lead. Cleo followd after Brook, feeling happier than she ever had been. She got to fix the worlds with elves and sorceresses?! How amazing was that! Suddenly Brook whipped around to stare at her. The frost druid's staff was glowing softly, pulsing with a deep red light. The lynx growled softly under its breath, fixing its eyes directly on her. For a second a swamping feeling of terror and regret at being here washed over Cleo, but it was quickly replaced with a dreamy easiness, a quiet female voice whispering 'No, no worry to be here. Everything's fine at home, everything's fine here.'

And it was, wasn't it?

Wasn't it? 

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Lonnie