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Chapter 1

Bump had once been a street urchin, a small waif, of no consequence. She spent her childhood in poverty, fending for herself. Through these horrors, she overcame. When she was twelve years old, her feet dirty, hair a mess, she entered the kitchen of a rich woman to steal a loaf of bread.

"Stop, thief!"

Bump whirled around, her shocking blue eyes, like limpid tears, widening. She clutched the bread to her soiled gown.

In the doorway stood a breathtaking woman, fair straw hair curled elegantly in a pile. She wore a magnificent dress, of red and gold, with lace trailing at her neck and sleeves. The butt-skirt was ginormous.

Bump was running toward the exit as fast as her pale, thin legs could carry her, when the woman caught her arm with a gloved, delicate hand.

Bump gave a sharp cry of fear, terrified, as the gorgeous woman's topaz orbs flashed with knowledge.

"Let go of me, I beg you!" Bump gasped, her white skin flushing pink with anxiety.

The beautiful azure stone about Bump's neck flew into view with her movement. The woman's topaz orbs went to it, and she let out a gasp of shock. For, indeed, the woman was surprised, and she recognized the sapphire gem.

"That is the gem of the Silverstar family," she said. "Then you, my dear, are the LONG LOST DAUGHTER OF THE SILVERSTAR ROYAL FAMILY!"

Bump's delicate pink lips parted, and her delicate lungs expelled a gasp of surprise.

"I am a PRINCESS?!?!?!" Bump gasped.

"Yes, my dear!" cried the woman. "I should know with those SILVER EYES!"

Bump realized her eyes were silver, like glowing silver moons. Bump had no idea she would turn out to be a princess. This was such a shock. She thought of her surrogate mother, a prostitute by the name of Kitten.

"Princess Izabumpella Beautiful Silverstar!" the woman cried. "I have finally found you!"

"I am the royal nurse, Lady Mullet," said the gorgeous woman in the large butt-skirt. "Your parents were tragically killed, through not fault of their own, and you were lost, when you were only hours old."

"But isn't the definition of tragedy that a fault causes downfall?" Bump gasped.

"That is of no consequence," said Lady Mullet. "Your parents had no faults, only passions."

"How?" gasped Bump.

"An attack on the castle by the current king, an evil man," Lady Mullet explained with exposition. "Dark and Evil Overlord Sakaira, he calls himself."

Bump gasped. "We must stop him, and avenge my parents! I remember now!" Indeed, she remembered the blood and fire, and her parents' screams, with vivid clarity. Tears flooded from her silver-blue orbs, as they regained their cerulean back--the dark sky color of sadness. Her beautiful and warm mother. Her fearless father, with his humor.

"But I was only hours old!" gasped Bump. "How can I remember such things?!"

"The Silverstars have vivid memory," Lady Mullet said. "That is not a plot hole. It is only something you have not remembered until now. Now, Princess Izabumpella," she continued, continuing. "The dirt stains your face, and your delicate hands. We must bathe you."

Little did Bump know--her life was about to change... FOREVER.

This is why I was so lazy about Eterra. 8V

This made me laugh through tears FOREVER.

It... it hurts...! XD
And yes, I will be continuing. Oh maaaaaaaaaaaaan.

I WANNA PUBLISH THIS GUYS

Oh maaaaaaaaaaan. I've got to finish Eterra before I can continue.

I, for one, cannot handle 'the butt skirt was ginormous'. I can't stop laughing at that ONE line... Think about it. If you hadn't made that thread, and I hadn't started bumping, we never would have known about the story of Princess Izabumpella Beautiful Silverstar.

Chapter Three

Two years had passed. The twelve year old slum girl Bump had grown into the beautiful seventeen year old Princess Bump. A war had gone on for six years now, from a year before she arrived. It was on her seventeenth birthday that the war ended.

"How did the war end?" gasped Bump.

Lady Mullet explained. "Let me explain. The princess of the neighboring kingdom was kidnapped. The king blamed us. So we went to war. But, they found her on the coast in the arms of a servant boy, and so the war is now over."

Suddenly, the foyer door opened. Bump was shocked, startled, as a man suddenly walked in.

He was gorgeous, with long, flowing dark hair, and brooding eyebrows. His eyes were piercing brooding topaz orbs, and his butt chin was as amazing as Lady Mullet's butt skirts. Muscles rippled beneath his pale brooding skin. His graceful breathing filled the air.

"OH MY DARLING," cried Lady Mullet. "My dearest Charles! You're alive!"

"Yes, Aunt Mullet," the brooding man murmured, topaz eyes smoldering. He looked like a brooding Adonis. A god. "I was lost in the wilderness, but thoughts of my home led me back to you. At one point I lost an arm. But I got better. And now, here I am, Aunt Mullet, back on your doorstep after being lost and wounded in enemy territory for ten whole years."

Lady Mullet and her nephew embraced. Rainbows and sparkles flew out at their warm, joyous reunion.

"I am SO happy!" Lady Mullet cried. "Now, Charles, there is someone I would like you to meet."

A young woman rose from the couch; her butt skirt was massive, almost a match for his aunt's. But this girl was a masterpiece. Her luscious crimson locks--like the blood Charles had been washed in--curled about her shoulders, framing the face of an angel. Her eyes were a gorgeous green, like the forests he had been lost in. Her skin was white, like the bones of his comrades, eaten by the birds. Her chest was massive, almost too large for her frame. Her luscious skin glowed in the candlelight. Her supple pink lips parted in a sigh.

"Hello. I am Bump," she sighed, blushing a lovely pink.

"Excuse me," Charles murmured, backing out of the door.

"How sociable!" tittered Lady Mullet. "He's always liked people."

And that was the story of their first impression.