All Chapters of THE CRYSTHALIAN CHRONICLES; From Lost to Hidden: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

---Unknown POV--- It’s been months and I finally learned where they hid her. She was tucked away at the castle. I was pissed for that meant I couldn’t see her or get close but I had a friend in the castle and they could check on her for me. “Hello Des, what’s up?” came Melody Riera’s voice. She wasn’t high on the rooster as a laundry maid, but she knew everything that was happening in the castle. Being in the laundry room, she could hear all types of gossip and ask about personal items given she needed to be aware of who owned what and where to send it or how to treat it. “Melody, I need you to look into a young lady that just arrived in the castle.” I say, I pause to think how to describe her without telling Riera who she is. I figured they are keeping quiet for the moment as she is still young and unaware of our world. “She’s a young girl with light brown or dark blonde hair. She’s quiet.” “Are you talking about that girl t

Groaning as I collapsed on the ground, I just wished today could be over already. *Why did I agree to this again?* I ask Nadia as I stare at the ceiling of the studio. I knew I didn’t have long before that mad woman, Cecilia, came for me. She just didn’t let up, didn’t even matter that I was still recovering from my injuries or that I was a novice. She came at me hard and demanded that I didn’t quit, or she will strike Maniac. Which she has a few times when I really did try to call it quits. Maniac didn’t really like that and reacted horribly. He almost tore her arm off when he locked on her lower arm. She didn’t flinch or yell, just looked at me and waited for my response. I told Maniac to stand down and not to react to her. So, I really can’t stop, as if I don’t move, she’s going to attack Maniac and given he is actually listening to me, he could get hurt as he won’t block or move. Groaning once more, I sat up and looked right at her. She’s just s

---Merida’s POV--- “You’re my aunt?” I ask breathlessly as I stare at her. “Yes, my Little Sea.” My dad says drawing my attention. And thus, showing me I’m not at the studio anymore. As I notice the fabric ceiling of my bed. I didn’t have a four-poster bed, but my bed had a canopy, so it looked more like a fairy princess bed. I really loved the pastel fabric with birds stitched onto it. Then, feeling something snuggling into my side, I reached across my body to find Ladybug squashed between Manic and I. Manic was just lying there, not moving but from his ears twitching I knew he was listening. Ladybug though looked worried and wanted to check on me. She started squirming as she tried to crawl on to me. Ceclia, or my aunt helped me pull Ladybug into my lap and then laughed as the small puppy pug whined as she tried to reach my face. Manic being over Ladybug’s whines, shifted so his head was closer to me and Ladybug took that a

---Merida’s POV--- I wish I knew what Mi has been thinking. Ever since this morning’s meeting with Lucinda and the staff about our celebration, he has been happy. Happy enough that he had a hop in his step as we entered yet another store. He was determined to find me the perfect dress. I’m so tired and don’t want to try on another 100 dresses. *Girl don’t say that. It hasn’t be…* Na doesn’t finish as I groan, for standing before us Mi with at least 10 dresses. *Na we just walked in! Don’t even try to lie, we both know we have been trying on dress after dress. But he is never happy with them, though just about every third dress is purchased. I tried to ask my dad for help, but he looked so happy and even added outfits. Luckily no dresses but it didn’t help. We already sent the backup car loaded with clothes back to the castle and now it looks like another trip is in its future. “Mi can we just cap at only 20 dresses at this store. Please!

---Jenn’s POV--- I had just arrived with my stuff when I heard Merry yelling. “I wasn’t in your way and that was rude.” Seeing people either running away from the scene or just standing back, I knew I had to get up there. Dropping my luggage in the foyer I bounded up the stairs and pushed the group of girls out of my way as I made my way to Merry. It was no surprise to see who the rude b^*ches were after helping Merry to her feet. “You know this isn’t your house!” I said as I faced them. “Yeah and what are you going to do? Tell a lowly servant about it.” Said the right-hand bimbo, Bijoux. She really is pretty, which helps for that’s all she is, a pretty gem. For she has no brains or thoughts for herself. “Bijoux this is the castle, and you just shoved the kings guest.” I stated simply and watched as her face paled. Looking like a fish as she tried to think of something. The other girls having some sense took off, but instead