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« on: March 12, 2006, 04:21:21 PM »
The Table of Contents
Prologue:  The Unexpected Guest
Ch. 1:  The Suitor  -  Page 1
Ch. 2:  Lost in Dark Pillars  -  Page 1
Ch. 3:  The Jerky Ride  -  Page 1
Ch. 4:  A Soulful Welcoming  -  Page 2
Ch. 5:  An Elegant Place  -  Page 2
Ch. 6:  Trouble in the Resting Quarters  -  Page 2
Ch. 7:  Inspection at the Mushroom Kingdom  -  Page 2
Ch. 8:  A New Setting  -  Page 2
Ch. 9:  A Hard First Morning  -  Page 2
Ch. 10:  The Ghost Siren  -  Page 2
Ch. 11:  The Truth Under the Top Hat  -  Page 2
Ch. 12:  In Which the Vase Did Fall  -  Page 2
Ch. 13:  The Princess Reassigned  -  Page 2
Ch. 14:  The Painting Speaks  -  Page 2
Ch. 15:  The Option Most Desired  -  Page 2
Ch. 16:  The Stone Man, the Princess, and the Tigers  -  Page 3
Ch. 17:  A Chomp in the Night  -  Page 3
Ch. 18:  Riddles Come Naturally  -  Page 3
Ch. 19:  The Gargoyles Have Ears  -  Page 3
Ch. 20:  Red Pearls  -  Page 3
Ch. 21:  Engulfed in Wet Dreams  -  Page 3
Ch. 22:  The Seven Deadly Ghosts  -  Page 3
Ch. 23:  Back Before Daybreak  -  Page 3
Ch. 24:  A Promotion Gained  -  Page 3
Ch. 25:  The Special Guest  -  Page 4
Ch. 26:  Dangerous Flight  -  Page 4

Prologue:  The Unexpected Guest

The sky rumbled like an empty stomach as tears from the clouds fell harsh upon the grass.  The night was lonely as thunder echoed and lightning darted, leaving streaks in the everlasting sky.  The dark clouds moved about in rage and trouble, stirring the rain that would soon be forgotten.  But bellow all of this anger in the dark sky there was a long and winding black road, quite narrow and pebbly.  Upon the snake-like road was a buggy that wobbled forth on slender wooden wheels, making cobbling noises as it journeyed on.  
It stumbled over the bumps and cracks here at there, though it seemed to bother not the person inside.  Upon the back of the round buggy was a lamp that glowed warmly in the night as raindrops clung to its warm, smooth exterior.  It danced upon a small hook that acted as a perch, swaying to the sound of the awkward wheels that travelled persistantly.  However, the sure thing that would catch your eye when looking upon this buggy would be that in the front, where there ought to be a set of reins and Yoshis pulling along, there was nothing.  The buggy was moving on its very own.  Over hills, through twists and turns, over large and small bumps, the buggy was being guided by what appeared to be absolutely nothing.
How on Earth is that possible?  For surely, something must be pulling the buggy, otherwise there would be no possible way for it to move, or even stay balanced for that matter.  It would just be a lonely carriage on wheels, sitting under the bellowing rain without a hope to move.  But it wasn't.  It continued along the black road to its unknown destination.  
Taking a look inside of the buggy would allow you to see a nice, cozy looking interior; red velvet seats, dark green wallpaper lined in narrow stripes, a shag carpet upon the floor.  It was all very elegant.  However, you may notice that no one is even there.  The seats are without any use and the carpet is begging for wear.  The buggy is empty!  So, it must be a lonely ghost carriage riding about in the rain.  
But it is then that you notice the hat.  A single top hat floating above the velvet red cushions.  It's a blue hat that is as deep as the ocean, and as dark as the night sky.  How mysterious it floats, without a head to perch itself.  Surely there isn't a soul that would like to travel upon this horrific carriage, for we will find what we are all afraid of most; no explanation.  However, this lonely and mysterious carriage rides on through the stormy night, making its journey upon the long, black road, the dancing lantern haunting the things left behind...
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Her blue eyes gazed upon the window as raindrops trickled down its smooth glass like hesitant bugs fighting the wind.  The small droplets of waters seemed to extend for miles, stretching across her country like grass.  Her gentle hand instinctively combed through her long blonde hair, stopping not over any knots or thick curls.  
Her pink cheast heaved in a sigh as she felt herself fall into a mass of pillows beneath her.  The atmsophere around the room was dark, despite the warm glow that emitted from the fireplace nearby.  Princess Peach felt very comfortable in her room as she tried yet again to go to sleep.  Bringing her feet beneath the soft blanket overlapping her large bed, she closed her eyes.  The only sound brought to her ears was the pitter-patter of rain and the crackle of the fire.  All else was still and silent.  
The many pillows around Peach hugged her closely as she tried to position herself in a more comfortable way.  She sighed once more as she found that her attempt to be tired still was not working.  
Why couldn't she sleep lately?  Everything had been going smoothly in her life, and she was free of worries.  The Mushroom Kingdom was better than ever.  Bowser had not shown his ugly face in quite a while, and there were no major dangers about the Koopa Kingdom.  Tomorrow, Peach had a meeting with Princess Daisy to talk over a cup of tea as they do every month.  Peach could invision them sitting at a small, round table across from one another in the courtyard, giggling and debating as they each sipped from their own cup of steaming Koopa Tea.  She didn't mind those meetings all; she even looked forward to them.  Everything in her life was complete at the moment, so why couldn't she just close her eyes knowing so and fall asleep?  
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.  Peach opened her eyes as she slid up from bed with ease.  She ran her hands over her light pink night gown and combed her fingers through her long, golden hair.  
"Come in," she said aloud.  The brass doorknob was tunred from the other side of the door as it made a clicking sound and became still once more.  The door was pushed open revealing a small old Toad.  It was none other than Peach's oldtime steward, Toadsworth.  In his hand he carried a lantern that made home to a thin candle, which burned brightly.  It lit his old face to show a small, neat gray mustache that resided under his small round spectacles.  The dots upon his mushroom top were brown as to show his age and wisdom.  
"Princess?" he said.
"Yes?  What is it?" asked Peach, feeling slightly annoyed.  Who else would she expect at the door than her over-protective servant?  
"Well, uh....." began Toadsworth.
"Yes, out with it," Princess Peach stated impatiently.  
"Princess, we believe someone is here to see you," said Toadsworth.
"Hm?  What?  At this hour?" Peach asked, shocked.  Toadsworth nodded into the light of his lantern as his brow knotted in curiosity.  The padding sound of running feet suddenly sounded in the hallway as a Toad dressed in red appeared in the darkness.  He stopped beside Toadsworth, his face looking rather alarmed.
Toadsworth turned to the red Toad and said, "So did you figure out who our mysterious guest is?"
"Er..." replied the red Toad as Peach watched him anxiously.  "We aren't exactly certain.  You see, it's rather hard to see out there in the dark and all, let alone this storm."
"Hmm.....right....." said Toadsworth.  "Well, what do you say, Princess, shall we draw this unexpected guest away?"
Princess Peach looked into the wise old eyes of Toadsworth, and then down at the floor.  Who could possibly be here to see the princess at this time of night?  Her curiosity bloomed over her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.    
"Well," said Peach slowly.  "I say no.  I'm not feeling very tired at the moment, and I believe a little company shall do just fine."
"Are you sure, dear Princess?" asked Toadworth.
"Absolutely," replied the stubborn monarch, "because once you think about it, the most obvious reason for an uninvited visit is to inform a person of some sort of emergency.  If they truly is an emergency, don't you think we ought to be informed of it?"
Toadsworth and the red Toad looked at each other and then back towards Princess Peach.
"Well...I suppose so..." said Toadsworth.  
"Good then," said Princess Peach.  "Let us greet our guest."
And it was right after the Princess said those very words that there came a loud knocking upon the door of the castle, followed immediately by a flash of lightning.  The red Toad glanced only once at Peach and then turned to retrieve the guest.  Toadsworth, however, gazed nervously at Peach.  
"So, you're absoultely sure about this?" he asked hesitantly.
"Honestly, Toadsworth, how many times must I tell you?" the Princess said, "I think it's about time that you stop this nonsense of treating me like a child!"
Toadsworth looked rather offended at this statement as Peach stepped by him, her thin night gown sweeping past his face.  Her bare feet brushed gently against the comfortable, cold carpet below her as the princess made her way to the entry hall of her castle.  Thunder shook the walls.    
« Last Edit: August 23, 2006, 03:59:03 PM by The Blue Toad »
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« Reply #1 on: March 12, 2006, 06:23:23 PM »
Chapter 1:  The Suitor

Princess Peach rubbed her anxious hands together as she stood beside Toadsworth inside the entry hall.  The chandelier had been lit to a dull glow that shone the enormous room of all its hospitality.  The walls were a light blue, painted with clouds decorating the high walls and the ceiling.  The floor was designed in black and white square tiles, and the stairs, which were positioned at both sides of the halls, were covered in an expensive red carpet.  It was a hall that had welcomed ever so many a guest, though often unwanted guests, but guests all the same.
Thunder resounded throughout the rather dark room, echoing among the painted clouds and stone walls.  Peach held her arms with her hands, rubbing them together for warmth as she waited.  Lightning drew across the sky, lighting up the glass window pane that resembled Princess Peach above the door.  Peach ran her fingers through her hair as she felt a shiver run down her spine.  The wind howled outside, banging against the castle and doors.  The princess closed her eyes and breathed into her hands desperately.  Was it continually getting colder in here?  She felt as though the temperature was incessantly dropping. 
A group of five Toads stood by the door that lead out into the bitter storm.  The red Toad looked towards his companions.  They nodded to him confidently.  The Toad grasped the golden doorknob and pulled, sending the door flying open.  The red Toad was thrown back into the entry hall along with his Toad companions as an enormous flurrie of wind suddenly burst into the castle through the door.  The princess sheilded her eyes from the sudden attack of wind as the chandelier was blown out and the room became dark.  Toadsworth cried out in confusion as the wind began to die down. 
"What is going on here?" he said loudly once the entry hall was calm once more.  Peach felt her heart race against her chest as she kept her eyes locked on the open door, waiting for Bowser to suddenly stampede inside. 
She was now shivering like mad.  The storm was still brewing outside, and the sound of the rain made her skin crawl.  There came a flash of lightning, and suddenly she saw something flicker near the door.  A shadow seemed to have darted inside the castle.  Princess Peach's eyes followed where she thought she saw the shadow go; up towards the ceiling, near the chandelier.  Her eyes narrowed as she gazed upon the darkness, waiting for something to appear. 
The eeriness did not soon fade as Toadsworth and the other Toads nearby were suddenly alert and anxious.  Peach turned her gaze away from the chandelier and back towards the door.  A sudden burst of thunder broke the silence.  Peach stared at the entry way as her feet began to pull her near.  She slowly moved towards the doorway, eager to see who or what was out there.
"Princess...." said Toadsworth in a scolding tone. 
Princess Peach didn't hear him as she continued towards the sound of crackling thunder and the smell and taste of fresh rain.  It tasted like cold metal, and smelt of springtime.  It strangely drew her in even more as she gazed into the dark storm outside. 
She brought herself to the frame of the door and peered out.  She could see a buggy carriage waiting next to the overflowing fountain outside.  Yet it was strange to her to see that it was without Yoshis.  There seemed to be nobody on the stone bridge outside, nor anywhere even close to the castle.  Was this some sort of....trick?
The wind blew tiny droplets of rain into the Princess's face as she squinted into the bursting of clouds.  Her hair flew back upon her head, and her lips grew dry.  Her small feet were numb from the cold along with her hands.  A night gown was most certainly not the proper wear for such weather as tonight.
"Princess, I would truly feel better if you were to come back here with me.  I don't trust this storm..." said Toadsworth. 
Before Princess Peach could even take in what Toadsworth was saying, she suddenly felt a large, warm, wet tongue cake itself onto her face, followed by a loud slurping sound.  Her heart jumped into her throat as she screamed and leapt back, her body shaking in fear.  Drool was dripping off her slender, amiable face as the Princess took in her breaths almost as fast as her heartbeat.
A creepy, high-pitched laugh sounded in the room from out of nowhere.  Princess Peach darted back to Toadsworth's side as an enormous burst of thunder sounded into the entry hall. 
"Princess!" cried Toadsworth. 
Suddenly, from the chandelier came a spotlight.  It shone down to the doorway, creating a circle of light around the entrance.  Floating there, at the center of the light, was a silky, dark-blue top hat.  Princess Peach heard herself take in a deep and shuddering breath as her knees began to tremble.  What was this thing?
It was in another cry of thunder that a pale white boo appeared beneath the top hat.  His smile was filled with pointed teeth, his black eyes gleaming.  Peach looked pale and horrified as she gazed upon the grinning, round ghost.  He gave off a brilliant white shine in the spotlight from above, and looked rather radiant as he gazed upon Peach.  Toadsworth and the other Toads were speechless.
Suddenly, the boo closed his eyes and furrowed his brow as if to concentrate.  Peach wasn't sure what to do, or even what to think.  The rain pitter-pattered outside as the thunder remained silent for the time being.  With out warning there was a sudden sound of piano keys all being play at one time.  This made Peach jumped as she turned about to face the door to her left; where the sound had emitted from. 
She had a piano in there...but what was it doing?  The heavy sound of something being dragged across the ground was heard.  Peach stepped back from the door a bit, preaparing for what she thought would happen.  The piano suddenly burst through the door, sending bits of wood flying from the hinges!  Peach screamed as she fell to the ground.  The boo laughed as he opened his eyes and grinned. 
He raised his small hand as the piano suddenly rose into the air, knocking Toadsworth to the floor.  The piano then flipped about, tumbling in mid-air until it stop directly in front of the boo.  Peach was in awe as she looked upon her ghostly guest, watching as he began to play on her glossy black piano.  He hit each key perfectly as a song began to form.  The Toads were pale and too shocked to know what they should do.  Toadsworth quickly pulled Princess Peach to her feet as she stared at the pianist.             
The song he played was strangely calming.  It seemed to flow throughout the room, drowning out the sound of rain and thunder.  It grew fast and slow at different times, creating an almost romantic feeling.  Peach was a tad confused now.  Who was this fool?  What business does he have to simply waltz into her castle, lick her, scare her half to death with a piano, and then play a lovely song for her?  She suddenly felt herself becoming more angry than shaken. 
She whipped the disgusting drool from her face as the song continued on, the boo looking as though he was a professional.  It was then that six more boos fluttered inside as well.  They all floated into the entry hall gracefully as dancers, coming in two rows of three.  Peach was shocked.  They all gave off a pink glow and began to twirl and dip to the melody of the song.  Peach took a step back along with the rest of the Toads to let them have more dancing room.  Though she was appalled of these boos, she had the strangest urge to hear out the entire song, and watch the rose-colored boos dance.  She then noticed that almost all of the Toads were now in the entry hall, gazing upon the pianist boo and his six dancers.
With her hands held close to her face and her brow knotted, Peach watched the romantic entertainment a little while longer until the song was drawing to an end.  The whole while she became entranced with the music, and so did her servants.  Who was this strange boo?
The song then came to a fulfilling finish as the six pink boos made their sudden pose.  They all held out their hands towards Princess Peach, smiling at her with pointed teeth and wide grins.  Peach was shocked as the spotlight suddenly turned to her.  The Toads around her couldn't help but applaud the wonderful work.  They clapped politely, eyeing the pianist. 
He had suddenly appeared in front of Peach with a bouquet of blue roses.
"Uh..." said Peach as she backed away.  The pink boos started clapping madly and bouncing up and down as the pianist boo fixed Princess Peach with his most seductive grin. 
"Princess Peach!" he said suddenly as Peach jumped a little.  "The most fair and brilliant woman alive!  Will you come and be my bride?" 
Peach couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What?" Peach said loudly. 
"WHAT?" cried Toadsworth as he stepped forth from the crowd.  He marched into the spotlight with the boo and Peach, pointing his finger at the hovering ghost.  "Who exactly do you think you are?"
The pinks boos stopped their giggling and hovered in the darkness.  The top-hatted boo frowned and looked at Toadsworth.  With a scowl he lifted his hand into the air, thus causing Toadsworth to do the same.  The old Toad floated helplessly in mid-air, crying out profanities.  The boo laughed as his companions did the same. 
Peach screamed as she tugged upon Toadsworth, trying to help to down to the floor.  The other Toads were now all very shocked and gasped at the hovering servant.  The boo suddenly stopped his laughing, and with a flick of his wrist sent Toadsworth flying across the room.  Toadsworth landed upon a group of Toads who groaned in agony as the old Toad tried to get back up. 
Peach was shaking in fear as her wide, blue eyes became fixed once more on the strange boo floating before her.  Her heart was fluttering and her stomach was flipping. 
"Answer me, my dear," said the boo.  "Will you marry me?"
Peach's jaw quivered in disbelief as she said, "Marry....you?!  Who are you?!" 
The boo did a flip in the air as he tossed his bouquet of roses up and then caught them, sending a fleet of blue pedals to fall to the black and white tiles below. 
"Who am I?" he asked.  "Why, Princess, I am Booregard!  The enchanting and ever-haunting boo!" 
The princess didn't actually care who this stranger was, for there was no possible way she would marry him.  She stared him in the eye for a moment, feeling hesitant. 
Quickly, however, she shook it off and said, "That doesn't matter!  You need to leave this very instant!"
Booregard suddenly looked puzzled, and quite hurt. 
"What do you mean?" he asked. 
"What do I mean?!" Princess Peach repeated.  "I mean that there is no way I'm going to marry you!  I don't even know you!"
"I'm Booregard!"
"I know that!  But just because I know your name doesn't mean I'm gonig to marry you!"
There was a moment of silence then in which Booregard seemed to lose himself in some sort of trance, his mouth in an 'O' shape and his eyes displaying a blank stare.  The pinks boos behind him all gave Peach terribly cruel stares, showing their terrible fangs.  Peach wanted these ghosts out of her castle as soon as possible.
"So leave me now, ghost, and don't ever come back!" she cried. 
Booregeard was suddenly knocked out of his trance as he looked back to Peach with a clever grin. 
"So you're not going to marry me?" he asked.
"Absolutely not, now leave me-!"
"And this is because you only know my name and not who I actually am?"
Peach eyed him suspiciously.  The truth of the matter was, even if Princess Peach actually got to know Booregard, she still would not marry him.  She never looked well upon foolish suitors such as he, though this was by far the scariest one she had ever come in contact with.  However, though Peach would never marry such a creature, it was her instinct to say the nice thing.  Thus, Peach replied, "Yes," to Booregard's question, stating that the only reason that she said no to marrying him in the first place was because all she knew about him was his name. 
This creating a gleam in the boo's eye as a wide smile spread across his pale, boo face.
"Well then, my princess, perhaps we ought to get to know each other a little better..." he said. 
The princess went pale as her stomach dropped.  The bouquet of blue roses that Booregard once held now turned into a rather small bird cage.  Peach furrowed her brow as she tried to see what was inside.  Behind the thin black bars was what appeared to be a toy house.  It was tall and blue with a black roof on its top.  It was a mansion, actually.  And surrounding the playhouse was a small forest of dark pines trees. 
"Wh---what is this?" asked Peach as she looked from the playhouse to the grnning boo. 
"This is my mansion," said Booregard.  "Like it?"
And without another word, Booregard lifted the birdcage high into the air, and sent it smashing down onto Peach's blonde head!  Peach screamed as she suddenly blacked out.                       
« Last Edit: March 12, 2006, 06:42:03 PM by The Blue Toad »
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #2 on: March 12, 2006, 06:28:02 PM »
Wow... this story is great! You have a great way of describing what is happening... good job! Two thumbs up!
If my son could decimate Lego cities with his genitals, I'd be [darn] proud.

« Reply #3 on: March 12, 2006, 06:42:45 PM »
Thanks. ^_^ 
And by the way, I editted it for spelling mistakes and such.  Those get annoying. 
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #4 on: March 12, 2006, 06:47:09 PM »
This slightly scared me at first... please don't take offense at that, that means it's just really well written. It's almost like I was there...
"If they make greeting cards to thank people for helping with evil plans, I owe you one!" ~Dimentio, Super Paper Mario

« Reply #5 on: March 12, 2006, 08:38:04 PM »
Yay!  Thank you, that's just what I was going for!  ^_^
I'd write more, but it's getting late and I'm quite tired...
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #6 on: March 12, 2006, 09:03:55 PM »
This is great! But I thought someone was going to strike Peach down.
"I don't know why they're called boyshorts! Boys don't wear shorts that short!" - Mitchie

« Reply #7 on: March 12, 2006, 09:08:45 PM »
I hoped someone would strike Peach down. >:D

jk, jk... anyway, can't wait for the next chapter! I'm hooked!
If my son could decimate Lego cities with his genitals, I'd be [darn] proud.

« Reply #8 on: March 14, 2006, 10:02:18 PM »
Gah!  Sorry everyone, a huge snow storm hit and my internet was out!  It's back on now, though.  Hooray!

Chapter 2:  Lost in Dark Pillars

Darkness had encircled her.  Nothing was there to be of comfort but the sharp, singing pain upon the crescent of her head which was all the sense of familiarity that her placement had to offer.  She was slowing beginning to come about.  She could suddenly feel her heavy, swollen eyelids and her throbbing head.  She could feel the cold, hard ground which held her back uncaringly.  Slowly she brought her eyes to view what strangeness had befallen her.
Princess Peach looked up into an endless, deep abyss of stars.  The sky was a dark, dreamy blue that looked as though it colored the atmosphere through brushes of paint.  The stars were the white drops of tears from the painter above, yanked of emotion from such artwork created by he.  Peach was amazed at the beautiful surrealism of the sky that she did not quite notice what surrounded her.  But her blue eyes were soon to fall from the miraculous painting above to the cage of towering trees around her.  She was apparently in a glade, one that was surrounded by the most frightening of pine trees.  Each one of them rose above Peach like a tall pillar of Rome, gazing down upon her blonde head. 
The trunks were gray and milky, streaks of white dripping upon the bark like honey.  The bristles upon the trees had the same feeling as the sky; painted in a mysteriously beautiful way, yet a way that made you unsure about something.  The grass upon which Princess Peach lay was gray and lifeless.  She could feel her majestic gloved finger grasp the dry strands of what once was spring. 
Peach groaned as she forced herself to sit up, pale and confused.  She drew her toes and fingers in, feeling cold and light-headed.  A large bump resided on her head.  She felt it with her gentle fingers, touching the soft, inflated lump.  It stung in reaction to her curious finger as she recoiled with a cringe.  Why was there such a large bump on her head anyways?  She could hear the strange echo of ringing in her mind as she looked about the mysterious forest.  Where on earth was she?  Was this all simply a dream? 
Peach's night gown billowed like a lily in the wind as a strange breeze blew by.  The breeze felt strange warm to her, and smelt rather odd.  Not only did the breeze go by very quickly and fiercely, but it had been accompanied by a strange raspy sound from the woods to her right. 
Peach turned her head in the direction that the sudden wind had emitted from but saw nothing.  Her right only brought the view of a gap in two enormous, crooked pine trees of which held nothing but darkness beyond. 
She rose to her pale feet, feeling very paranoid and quite shaken.  With her shoulders hunched and her back arched, she felt herself begin to shake.  Her breath was now very rapid as shivers crawled up her spine.  The strange forest felt alive to her.  The trees stared down upon her in an intimidating way, and strange sounds emitted from the bowels of the dark wood.  These sounds were not just the hoot of an owl and the screech of a bat, but were often deep rumbles or whisperous roars that could not be traced.
Suddenly, Peach heard the same familiar rasping noise to her right.  She quickly turned her head as another flurrie of warm, sticky wind entranced her, quickly leaving her into the trunks of the trees afterwards. 
With alert eyes Peach gazed between the two crooked pine trees that grew at her right.  She could feel her stomach twist and her heart thump.  She had the constant feeling that someone was sneaking up behind her, constantly feeling that icy cold hand reach her delicate shoulder.  She stared into the blackness still longer, waiting for anything to happen. 

She was then relieved.

There came not a sound from in between the two enormously tall pine trees, and she reassured herself that there was nothing there to cause such a stranger of wind.  As she began to turn her head away, it happened once more.  The rasping sound, followed by a swift puff of hot air.  Peach's eyes widened as she quickly gazed back to the gap in the trees.  Without even realizing it she let open her quivering mouth and emitted a scream.  Her voice bounced upon the tree pillars, darting about into the bowels of the forest.  Her body shook fiercely now as she heard herself whimper rather pathetically.  Her whole body was now turned towards the gap in the trees, the gap in which the foul wind was continually emitting.  Her numb feet inched backwards upon the scratchy grass as she kept her pure eyes glued to the dark opening in the glade.  To her horror she heard the sound of a great rumbling and growling.  Her stomach lurched at such gruesome sounds.  A cloud of gray dust poured out from inside the black opening.  Peach took in a shuddering intake of breath. Something was stirring between the gate of tall pines, and it wasn't anything pleasant. 
It was coming.  It was coming from the darkness.  It was coming for Princess Peach!  The pain in Peach's head was raging as she reared her head from left to right, wondering if there was any chance to escape, and whether or not she wanted to take the chance of taking off into the forest. 
The deep breaths of the beast began to hit her once more, this time more rapidly, and feeling as though they were closer.  As the thing continued to growl, Peach became anxious as she found herself backed up against one of the rough tree trunks, the bark scrapping at her tender skin.  She was doomed.  The monster was coming nearer; it was waking up.  But then...
...there came yet another sound.  This was not the sound of heavy breathing from the monster nor the sound of awkward calls from random beast of the wood, but the sound of wheels.  Wheels that were slender and rickety.  Wheels that sounded as though made of wood.  Peach could feel that the monster was drawing back a bit from beneath the blanket of darkness between the two mammoth pine trees.  Its growling began to subside as the weakening wheels grew ever nearer to the glade. 
Suddenly, from out of the trees that were right of Peach came a carriage, crashing in between the trunks of two trees.  Princess Peach screamed at the reckless vehicle's sudden appearance as its rickety wheels came to a halt at the center of the glade.  Peach's heart remained startled as she gazed upon the round carriage, smooth and elegant in its appearance, yet eerie at the same time.  At the back of the buggy was a lantern that dangled tauntingly upon a curving hook.  Suddenly, the door of the buggy opened up, revealing a mysterious interior that couldn't be described from her position. 
Peach's chest heaved frantically as she found she was unable to remove her hands from the tree trunk behind her.  But suddenly, she felt something grab her.  The princess shrieked as the hand of an invisible giant lifted her three inches into the cold air.  She flailed her arms, attempting to plunge herself back down to the dead earth below.  It didn't seem to work. 
She was suddenly pulled into the yoshi-less carriage at a surprising speed, her held tilting back jerkishly and her bruise twitching in stinging agony.  She found herself suddenly seated upon a red velvet couch.
She had been pulled into the buggy through the opened door.  The door promptly shut by itself once more and the carriage suddenly bolted off into another sprint, surging its way through the forest.  Peach was overwhelmed.  However, the princess was also greatly relieved.  If this ghost buggy had not come to the glade to find her, she would have been digested by some sort of growling monster of the woods!
She took time to examine her surroundings as she noticed branches and twigs brush past the windows of the buggy like slender fingers grasping out for a ride.  Her feet found it pleasant to touch the fuzzy rug of the carriage, quite different to the sharp blades of grass in the haunting glade.  The walls were decorated in a wallpaper that consisted of rather thin green lines that were placed vertically over a white background.  Across from her was another red couch in which a window was placed above it in order to observe the driver of the buggy (though this was of no use for there wasn't a driver to drive nor yoshis to pull it).
And hovering above the opposite velvet red couch was none other than Booregard, gazing at the nervous princess with a sly grin pasted across his pale, glowing face.                 
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #9 on: March 15, 2006, 12:26:18 AM »
Geeze, and the Boo had to fall in love with her. Great work! You REALLY know how to write a fic, Blue Toad!
"I don't know why they're called boyshorts! Boys don't wear shorts that short!" - Mitchie

« Reply #10 on: March 15, 2006, 12:34:52 AM »
Once again, excellent! It really puts me in Peach's point of view, which is kinda sick, if you think about it. o_0
If my son could decimate Lego cities with his genitals, I'd be [darn] proud.

« Reply #11 on: March 15, 2006, 06:24:51 PM »
Haha!  Thanks all!  ^_^

Chapter 3:  The Jerky Ride

Peach clawed her fingertips into the cushiony surface of the red couch beneath her as she tried to keep herself steady through the bumpy carriage ride.  They were practically flying through the woods they were at such a speed, leaving the trees behind to lust with their roots dug deep into the dirt.  Peach was sure that at any moment the buggy would be sent flying into a tree, sending her stumbling across the shag carpet and unto the putrid ghost in front of her.
He licked his thick, pointed teeth with an enormous tongue, eyeing the princess in the most sinister of ways.  Peach gazed at him uncomfortably, a lump caught in her coiled throat.  She could still feel her heart thumping from the events now past.  The breathing of a vicious, yet hidden, monster, and the invisible force that had pulled her into the carriage as though she was a simple puppet. 
The bump on her head still throbbed in pain, the feeling of a thousand tingling needles brushing against its swollen surface.  She had the temptation to reach up and feel it once again, but resisted at the thought of what had happened the last time. 
As Princess Peach gazed horrifically into the eyes of the strange creature before her, something suddenly struck inside her head.  She was beginning to remember things.  Things that seemed unreal and haunting to her.  She suddenly began to remember her sleepless night, and Toadsworth knocking upon her door.  She remembered a dark hallway.  And then there was wind.  Wind that had bellowed into her castle like a fist.  There was no warmth then.  She was confused and scared.  Then there was he.  The ghost before her.  She could now recall who he was.  The top hat, the gleam in his eye, the mischievous smile.  He was the suitor that visited her on that stormy night.  He had kidnapped her piano and played her a lovely song that had been so full of ardor that one could not help but let it reach their soul.  The pink dancers with bodies so radiant had flooded her entry hall, slaves to the music.  Then the magnificent pianist had offered the princess a bouquet of beautiful blue roses, with pedals that curled and stems that hung.  He asked for marriage.  Peach obviously turned down his request.  Then a bird cage appeared.  It was a bird cage that held a fine toy house.  Then there was nothing.  Nothing but darkness and mystery.  Peach had awoken in the glade; and here she was now.
Peach's face was pale.  Her stomach felt sick as she could sense her breath becoming sharp and heavy once more.  Tears of immense stress pounded upon her glossy blue eyes.  She choked on them pitifully as the carriage continued to ride on, tree branches incessantly scrapping at the windows. 
Peach gathered her strength forth, staring into the face before her.  She opened her weak mouth and uttered, "You're......." she swallowed hard and tightened her grasp upon the couch, "You're....Booregard..."
The terrible boo broke into a cruel laughter that made Peach's stomach churn.
"And you are the ever fair and ever lovely Princess Peach," said he as his smile sharpened.  Peach could feel her voice slowly returning to her as she looked about the respectable interior of the buggy. 
"Where am I?" she stated commandingly.  "Tell me at once!"  Her worried brow suddenly turned furious.  She glared at Booregard in hating eyes.  To her disappointment, his keen smile did not fade.
"You are in my kingdom, dear princess," he said.
"Your kingdom?" repeated Peach.
"Yes...well, specifically my forest," said Booregard.  Peach's heart pumped as she gazed at her kidnapper in frustration.
"And where exactly is that?!" she cried, feeling a small stream of her flooding tears break lose. 
"Oh, its just south of my mansion," Booregard replied humbly as his smile turned into a smirk, his eyebrows arching.  Peach bounced upon her seat as the buggy suddenly made a sharp turn, her head beating like a drum.  The rim of Booregard's glossy top hat tilted over his right eye.  He tapped his hand into the air as his top hat ascended, hovering over his cranium, only to have it plop back down atop his opal head.
Peach repositioned herself as she glanced nervously at the window at her right, her brow knotting in concern. 
"Who's steering this thing?" she asked. 
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," replied Booregard, "my carriage knows exactly where it ought to go."
Feeling a tad disturbed, Peach looked upon the couch beneath her as though it was a living thing.  She shuddered slightly, lifted her feet off of the carpet below. 
"Are you saying that this thing has a mind of its own?" she asked.
"Hmmmm," replied the boo, "I suppose you could say that..."  The sly suitor broke into another spine-tingling laugh.  Peach felt her shoulders straighten and her eyes narrow.  She shot the ghost with a cold glare. 
"What do you want with me?" she asked suddenly, interrupting Booregard's great guffaws.  At this the ghost seemed slightly intimidated by Peach's attitude towards him at the moment, as though he suddenly felt some sort of regret.  His black eyes twinkled, his smile slowly fading. 
"Don't you remember?" said he.  "You had claimed to me that the only reason we were not engaged was because all you knew of me was my simple name; Booregard Licknot the Third.  Apparently, dear princess, this was not enough for you."
"So, what, you're going to capture me?" Peach cried as she wiped a damp cheek with her pale gloves, finding that it only smeared her salty tears across her trembling face.  Booregard laughed once more.
"Of course!  If you want to get to know me better, than-"
"But I don't want to get to know you better!" Peach cried.  "I want you to take me back to my castle and leave me alone you horrible suitor!" 
The princess's delicate hands were clenched in almost painful fists as she looked upon her ghost kidnapper, pure frustration running throughout her body.  To her absolute rage she found herself listening to his dreadful laugh once more. 
"Oh, that shall not be done, princess.  For the only way that you are ever going to get out of my kingdom alive is if you agree to marry me!"
The carriage suddenly burst out from the forest, the sound of tree branches clawing across the side of the buggy no longer accompanying them.  It strolled across long, fresh grasses until it came to a sudden halt.                       
« Last Edit: March 15, 2006, 08:36:32 PM by The Blue Toad »
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #12 on: March 16, 2006, 08:17:36 AM »
Whoa. Just whoa.
"If they make greeting cards to thank people for helping with evil plans, I owe you one!" ~Dimentio, Super Paper Mario

« Reply #13 on: March 16, 2006, 03:18:09 PM »
Booregard is an evil one. Yoda: Not hard to see, Booregard's dark side is.
"I don't know why they're called boyshorts! Boys don't wear shorts that short!" - Mitchie

« Reply #14 on: March 16, 2006, 03:49:55 PM »
I didn't read it all yet but it was still very awesome, I'll try to read more when I can.
I'm a horrible person.

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