Hello Readers,

A lot of misconceptions have been made about this mailing list, which I would like to clear up. The mailing list is just so as I can inform you readers about the future of the story. That basically means that if someone is willing to publish it, I shall inform you guys of it. This list is not for me to send the readers subsequent chapters of Fairy Kingdom II. I apologize, but I can't do that. If the book is going to be published, I can't have copies of my story scattered all over the net. So I apologize once more, but I can't send future chapters of my story to you readers. All I can do now is to update you guys (if you wish to join the list) on when the books would be published. If the second book gets publish, I shall inform you guys of this too.

That is all to the list. I know many of you have said you wanted to be on the list, and although I'm flattered and very much honored, but I believe so many of you had signed up by mistake due to the misinterpretation of the list. So now that I have cleared this up, people who want to elect out of the list, please feel free to tell me.

I really do apologize about being unable to post any more chapters. But I feel that it is probably only fair to any future publisher who takes my book that I don't have all my chapters posted freely on the web. I had already done so for the first book, so I don't think I ought to do so for the second book.

About the person who I felt had used my ideas in her story, it's a void issue since long past. A few readers have asked me who this person is, but I would not disclose her identity, because I do not want people to flame her. But I'll just say this about it: I have found one of her readers copying her story too. An ironic and somewhat weird twist of fate, don't u think? Sardonic smile Yeps, there was the works of a mentioned kidnapping, man/men from the other realm to fetch the lost princess, them being crazy and ought to see a psychiatrist and stuff that sounds like both mine (sadly) and hers. With that, I wish her the best of luck in finding out which of her reviewer is copying her ideas. (I don't think she knows about it yet) Happy looking! That wraps up this section.

Okay, the last but most important thing is: All of you guys have certainly worked in helping me to finish this story, so a lot of the credit actually goes to you guys. If it weren't for the many wonderful reviews, I think I would have been too lazy to finish the story. So again, mighty thanks to everyone, especially those who I had particularly mentioned in my last acknowledgement note.

To address Nichole Sedai about keeping chapters. To be truthful Nichole, if there is any one I would be willing to give permission to keep the chapters of my story to, it would be you. You're certainly my top reviewer, and I always look forward to reading what you think of each chapter (with fingers crossed). In fact, the flow of the story has certainly been scripted to your tastes!! Although I like to write by allowing a story to go into its own free dive, this story has certainly went on a dive that was slightly maneuvered by me to suit you. Really, or Jaques would be indeed Demetrius. In fact when I got the idea to make Jaques Demetrius, I was really excited to see how you would review. Okay, so I am mean. But Nichole, you certainly influenced the way the story went, and made me crack my brains a lot in the process!! I had to think so hard on why Jaques wasn't Demetrius, and how to explain why the Guards would lie to Carrie, just because I knew you would be the first to shriek at me if it were true. I was so troubled for a while, because the whole thing took quite some time for me to untangle (I finally decided that making Jaques as Demetrius was a bad move, and wanted to change it except I had already posted the chapter, and I thought the readers wouldn't be amused if I just took it down and said, "Nope, that didn't happen') Finally, I thought of a cock-and-bull story (helped by jadefire) about how snotlings are more sensitive to magic, and how Jaques had Demetrius' powers. Cock-and bull really. Still, that did not clear the mess of why the Guards would lie to Carrie then. AND it certainly took every brain cell I had to finally decide on a prophecy. But in the mean time, while I wrote chapter 20-28, I was wondering how I was going to write it in a convincing way. I mean, the whole plot sounded stinky, what with a crazy prophecy and the nutty Demetrius' cock-and-bull story. It took a lot of effort writing to make it sound reasonable!! Thus the many warning signs.

So Nichole, basically, you brought about the whole twist of the story. If it wasn't because Jaques had to be Jaques and not Demetrius, none of the chapters 17-34 could have taken place. I know you didn't keep any of the chapters of my story. And I knew it was very nice of you to ask permission first, because I know many wouldn't have bothered. I didn't give permission in the end, because I thought it wouldn't be fair to the other reviewers. Maybe if I get published, I'll give you a free book instead to make up for it. After all, in a way, it's your story.

I know this sounds silly, but I really would miss you guys. It would be lonely to write each chapter without someone to share it with.

With this, I leave you with a last scene as a huge thank you.

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Extra Scene

I continued to walk quickly even long after I had exited the Detective's room, my shoes making sharp clicking noises on the smooth, polished marble tiles. Guilt chewed relentlessly at me. One part of me really wanted to let the Detective go, but the other part of me felt I had a duty to ensure the best for the Kingdom. Still, the Detective didn't know much. How much could it hurt to let him go?

I turned a corner and because I wasn't looking, I collided into someone. I almost fell, but the person steadied me. I looked up to mumble my apologies, but then stopped short when I saw whom it was I had collided into.

The night couldn't get any worse. It was Chaz, the guard who I had tricked some time ago into helping me in my escape, and then later rewarded him by freezing him in place and stealing his clothes. "Your Majesty,"' he actually greeted me, with a slight inclination of his head. I felt my face flushing red-hot with embarrassment at having to see him face to face again. My knees suddenly felt wobbly, and the "Run Alert" squawked through my head like a dozen fire alarms. I think the sudden blood rush to my face would have caused me to fall, except someone reached out from behind to support me.

"Are you alright?" It was Jaz.

No, I wasn't. I had never felt such acute, absolute embarrassment before. I wanted to turn my head into Jaz's sleeve to hide. But in the end, I just let out a wobbly, "Yeah."

"You are walking the wrong way, Your Majesty. The way to your chambers is the other way," Jaz told me.

"Oh, okay," I managed to say, and then without another glance towards Chaz, I quickly brushed past Jaz to walk back down the other corridor. My face and neck still felt as though they were on fire.

Jaz soon caught up with me. "Your Majesty, you've taken the wrong turn again."

"Oh?" I said, somewhat flustered.

"Let me lead the way instead," he said kindly.

I nodded, and he turned back to another turning in the opposite direction from the earlier route I took. To my utter horror, I found Chaz walking towards us. Oh my, wouldn't the nightmare ever end? But then, Chaz just simply bowed when we walked past. I looked straight ahead and pretended not to have seen him. We finally turned, and he was out of sight. And I promised myself that that was the last time I was ever going to walk the corridors of any other level of the palace except for the Royal Rooms-the level where my chambers were-where I was certain such embarrassing encounters with Chaz would never happen again.

When Jaz and I were finally climbing up the flight of stairs that would lead to the upper level of the palace, the embarrassment had finally worn off, and curiosity took over instead. I asked, a little hesitantly, "Do you know that guard?"

"Which one?" he cocked his head towards me, as he asked.

"The one I bumped into."

"The High Commander?" he inquired.

I was confused. "High Commander?"

Jaz clarified, "There are different ranks of guards. The High Commander being one of them."

"Oh," I said, surprised. "I didn't know. What are the other ranks?"

He obliged. "The lowest is the Foot Guard, followed by the Sentry Commander, Guard General, High Commander, General Protector, Honorary Guard and finally the Royal Guard."

"Wow," I breathed, amazed. "I had no idea there were so many ranks."

He smiled, a smile that made his already handsome face handsomer still. "There are seven, altogether."

My eyes widened. "And you actually managed to climb up all seven ranks to become a Royal Guard?" I realized how offending that sounded the moment the words blurted out of my mouth. I quickly backtracked. "I mean, I'm impressed."

He just laughed.

I decided to get back to topic. "So you do know the guard." I stated, referring to Chaz,

He frowned. "No. I haven't seen him before."

It was my turn to frown. "But you know he's a ...High Commander."

"I knew it by the crest of the pin he wore."

That was another piece of news to me. So rank was identified by the crest of the pin. Because there weren't any stripes on the shoulders of the guards, like with the Army or Navy in the human world, I had immediately concluded that there wasn't any rank amongst the guards who wore the blue colors. I had thought that they all just took orders from the Royal Guards. I never even knew there was a difference in the uniforms of the guards- despite having worn one before, Chaz's uniform to be exact. To me, they all just wore the same blue cape, shirts with long sleeves banded at the wrist, black breeches, cap and boots.

Jaz was looking curiously at me now, probably wondering what my interest was in Chaz but being too polite to ask. "He's Chaz," I told him simply.

Jaz immediately understood. After all, it was Chaz's name I had thrown at him in that particularly stormy night. I was beginning to flush hot again, and wondered what was I thinking to bring up the crazy deception I had carried out over a month ago. "He had been told to keep quiet about the matter, Your Majesty. You do not have to worry about it."

"Oh," I said, once more, speechless of how to answer. I assumed the matter was how I'd deceived and used him to escape the palace. I knew that the Guards had hushed up the matter, and except for a handful of people, no one even knew I had been gone for some ten days. It was apparently too huge a scandal and all. "He didn't get into any... trouble, did he?" I asked.

Jaz slowed on the steps, "A little."

"How little?" I pressed.

"Well, I believe he slipped a rank or two."

"You mean he got demoted?"

"I believe so," Jaz answered.

I shook my head, saying pointedly, "That's not very fair, is it? I mean, Gadon and Lucius did allow me to get away too. For that matter, so did you."

He looked a little sheepish, but said, 'It wasn't my call. But he did allow you to walk out despite the fact that you had come down from the Royal Rooms that late at night. You could have been an intruder. He should have checked with one of us first."

"But I tricked him that it was one of you who had brought me up," I argued.

"Then he should have checked with the Guard who had allowed you up, and report the matter to his superior, who would later report to Jaques."

"My, my," I said acerbically. "There are sure a lot of rules."

"You're not happy with the judgment." He didn't say it as a question.

"No," I told him honestly.

He paused in his step to turn and face me, his face very serious. "Your Majesty, the rules are there to protect you. You have to remember that you are the Queen now, where your life is of utmost importance, and every judgment you make affects the entire Kingdom. A judgment cannot be made just for the sake of easing guilt, and often times," he paused before continuing, "Leniency or grace might not work in the favor of your court."

I was rendered quite speechless, but I believed I had just received a lecture by Jaz. And of course, I understood the double entendre' in his speech. He was referring to Sheldon. He probably knew that I was feeling guilty about the Detective's presence here, and that I was planning to convince the others into letting the Detective go.

I gaped at him for quite some time before I came to myself. I looked away from him then, and we continued down the corridors towards my chambers in silence.

After a while, I finally told him, "I understand."

Which in a way, I did. I hoped the Detective would understand, too.

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Quick note: wow, not the way I had planned the scene to end. I wanted it to be humorous, but it ended on a somber note, didn't it? Jaz's magnetic pull. Blame it on him.

Hope you guys enjoyed this scene. Okay, this is the real farewell. Take care, people.