generation of Dimone and Diki Chapter 2

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Once a upon a time, Dimone and Diki were two friends studying together in a fairytale scottish countryside. They both lived at the edge of town with their parents and siblings, and they loved to play outside on sunny days, but when it was raining they would go inside and do homework or watch television. They truly were as close as real sisters.
One day, as they were walking down the road, Dimone saw an old lady coming towards them.
'Oh my goodness!' exclaimed Dimone. 'It's an evil witch! I'm scared.' She started running away from the old woman.
'Dimone,' said Diki. 'Don't be silly. That old lady isn't going to hurt you. You know that witches are just people who live alone in castles. We have one living right here in our village.'
'I know, I know. But she looks like she's going to eat us up if she catches us.'
'Well then we should run into her house instead?' suggested Diki.
Dimone stopped suddenly. 'What? Why did you say that?'
'Because she'll probably give us some food and a warm bed for the night.'
Dimone looked at her friend. 'You don't understand anything about how things work around here. If she gives us any food, it will be poisoned. And if she gives us shelter, she'll lock us in a cage and keep us there until she gets bored with us.'
Diki shook her head. 'No way. It sounds like a perfect plan to me.'
So off they went into the castle.
The old lady was very nice to them and gave them a big dinner. After they ate, she took them into her bedroom where they slept in beds made out of gold.
When they woke up in the morning, the old lady told them that they could stay as long as they wanted, but they had better not tell anyone else what had happened because otherwise they might get in trouble.
'But why won't anyone let us talk about it afterwards?' asked Dimone.
'Because everyone knows the rules here,' answered the old lady. 'If someone breaks the rules by telling others about the magic kingdom,she has to pay with her life.'
'That's so unfair!' protested Dimone. 'Why is it always us? Why can't anyone else ever come visit the fairy-tale land?'
The old lady shrugged and smiled sadly. 'There must be something wrong with you. Maybe your parents didn't take care of you properly when you were little kids. Or maybe you're just too stupid.'
She turned and left the room.
'We have to find a way to escape this place now,' whispered Dimone to Diki. 'Otherwise we're going to die before we even reach the end of the story.'
'I agree,' said Diki, 'but what should we do first? How do we get home?'
'I don't know,' sighed Dimone. 'Maybe we should try talking to the queen?'
'Good idea,' agreed Diki. 'Let's go and see if she wants to help us.'
They walked through the castle and found the queen's chamber. When they knocked on the door, they heard voices within.
'Who is it?' asked a voice.
'It's us,' said Diki.
'Come in, then,' replied another voice.
They entered the room and bowed politely.
'Hello,' they said.
'Hello back,' said the queen. 'What brings you all the way here?'
'We want to ask you some questions,' answered Dimone. 'Is it possible to leave here?'
The queen frowned. 'I'm sorry to hear that,' she said. 'But you can't go anywhere without paying a price. If you don't accept the price, you'll have to remain in the kingdom forever.'
'Then what is the price?' asked Diki.
The queen hesitated a moment. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of golden pieces. 'Take these,' she said, 'and you'll be able to return to your world again.'
'Thank you,' said Diki, taking the coins. 'How much money does each piece cost?'
'A hundred dollars,' replied the queen.
'Wow,' gasped Dimone. 'That's more than a month's worth of allowance.'
'Yes indeedy,' added the queen. 'And you still need to pay for the trip back home.'
'Can we borrow the money from you?' asked Dimone. 'I promise to repay you later once I've saved enough money.'
'No,' said the queen, shaking her head. 'That's not allowed. Once you enter the kingdom, you have to pay the full price. No exceptions.'
'Okay...' muttered Diki.she thought hard for a few minutes. 'What if we steal the money from you? Will that count as payment?'
'Of course not,' replied the queen.'
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That wouldn't make sense at all. You have to pay the full price.'
'I see... well... what about if we steal the money from somewhere else?' suggested Diki. 'Like, say, the royal treasury? Is it safe to break the law in there?'
The queen thought for several seconds. Then she nodded. 'That would definitely count as payment.'
Diki grinned. 'Great. Now we just have to figure out which treasure chest contains the stolen money and then we can leave this place.'
'Exactly,' agreed Dimone. 'Where should we start looking?'
Diki pointed at the floor. 'Look over there near the wall.'
Dimone followed her gaze to see a small wooden box sitting beside a large pile of books. 'Do you think that's it?'
'Definitely,' replied Diki.
'All right then,' said Dimone, 'let's go ahead and open it.' She lifted up the cover and peered inside. 'Hey! There's lots of money in it!'
'Yes,' confirmed Diki. 'But there's only one problem – we can't take it all with us. We'd better put some aside so that our parents don't miss it.'
'Hmmm,' mumbled Dimone. 'How much should we take?'
'I guess half would be fine.'
'Yeah, okay,' said Dimone slowly. 'Let's take half. That means we'll have enough left to buy some stuff when we get home.'
They spent the next couple hours counting out stacks of money and placing them neatly in a bag. Then, after everything was packed safely away, they headed for the gate.
Just as they got there, however, they heard footsteps behind them and saw three soldiers rushing up.
'Stop right there!' shouted one. His sword was drawn and he was ready to attack. 'Who are you?'
Diki raised his hands defensively. 'We're just ordinary citizens. We're here to collect taxes from the king.'
The soldier sneered. 'Taxes?' He laughed. 'This is a magical kingdom. We don't pay tax. We're the kings and queens.'
He drew his sword and charged towards them.
'Run!' cried Diki.
Dimone grabbed the bag with all the money and ran as fast as her feet could carry her.
'Wait!' yelled Diki. 'I forgot to grab my bookbag!'
Dimone stopped dead in her tracks. 'You mean you haven't brought along your schoolbooks?'
'Yes, that's true,' admitted Diki. 'I didn't bring them because I thought they weren't important. But now I realize I really need them.'
Dimone sighed. 'I suppose you're right. We should turn back and get them.'
She set the bag down carefully and began searching through the bushes for the bag. After several moments, however, she noticed a strange smell nearby.
She sniffed again and recognized it as the scent of rotten eggs.
'Ewww,' she exclaimed loudly. 'Someone has just farted.'
'Excuse me?' said a familiar voice. 'Are you speaking English?'
'Yup,' replied Dimone. 'Who are you?'
'My name is Poochum,' answered the voice. He was standing in front of her holding a pair of binoculars and wearing a green hat. 'I am a dog detective. What is your name?'
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Stealing money isn't permitted either. If you do, you'll have to serve a year of punishment before you may leave. But if you're lucky, you might only lose half of the stolen items.' She paused for a second. 'Or none at all...if you happen to steal from someone who's already dead.'
Diki thought this over carefully before answering. 'Okay,' she decided. 'Let's do it.'
They stole the money, but when they got home and opened up the bag they had brought along to store it in, there were only three quarters left.
'This isn't working,' grumbled Dimone. 'We need a lot more money than this.'
'I guess so,' agreed Diki.
'Do you think we could sell ourselves to the devil?' asked Dimone.
'I doubt it,' replied Diki. 'He'd probably make us clean the toilets or something like that, and then he'd kill us after a week anyway."
'Well, I guess we have no choice other than to steal the rest of his money.'
'Yeah,' said Diki. 'But what are we supposed to steal? He lives somewhere deep underground and he doesn't seem to have any money stored away in his bank vault.'
Dimone thought for a while. Then she came up with an idea. 'I have an aunt who works at a local bakery. Let's go there tomorrow and pretend that we're selling bread. Maybe he'll buy some.'
'Sure thing,' agreed Diki. 'I'll meet you there at nine o'clock sharp.'
'Sounds good,' said Dimone. 'Now I'm gonna go sleep. See ya!'
The next day, Diki showed up at the bakery at 9 AM.
The baker wasn't there yet, so she sat down on a chair in front of the window and waited patiently. At ten past eleven, the door opened and a man stepped out onto the street. Diki stood up quickly and approached him.
'Excuse me, sir,' she said. 'Could you spare some change?'
The man stared at her suspiciously. 'What do you mean?"'
'I'm looking for some extra cash to pay off my debts,' answered Diki. 'Will five dollars suffice?'
'I don't believe you. What kind of game are you trying to pull?'
'Please,' begged Diki. 'Just hand it over.'
The man laughed loudly. Then he picked up the phone on his desk and ordered his assistant to call the cops.
'Hey,' yelled Diki. 'I'm just a poor student. My family's having a tough time right now. If you don't give me the money, they're really going to starve.'
'Listen,' shouted the man. 'I'm calling the police right now!'
'Noooo...' pleaded Diki. 'I'll do anything if you just give me the money.'
'Stop!' shouted the man. 'I'm hanging up now.'
'Wait,' cried Diki. Her eyes grew wide. She dropped to her knees and grabbed the man's feet. 'Give me your shoes!' she begged.
'Hey,' yelled the man, pulling away from Diki. His face turned red. 'Get off me!'
'I'll give you anything if you'll just give me those shoes!'
'Get lost,' snapped the man.
'Please,' sobbed Diki. 'Please give me the boots! Please!'
'Okay!' screamed the man. 'Okay!'
The next day, Diki arrived at the man's house with a sack full of shoes in her hands. 'These aren't exactly what you wanted, but I hope they'll fit you okay. Here you go!'
'Thanks a bunch, kid,"said the guy. 'I appreciate your efforts.'
'No problemo,' replied Diki. She put down the sack and ran away as fast as she could.
After she got home, she took off her shoes, washed them thoroughly and placed them neatly beside her bed. Then she went upstairs and lay down to sleep.
In the middle of the night, she woke up and looked under her pillow. To her horror, she discovered that the shoes hadn't been cleaned at all!
'Great,' groaned Diki. 'Now I'm stuck with a pair of dirty shoes. What am I supposed to wear today?'
'I don't know,' mumbled Diki, lying back down. 'I guess we're screwed.'
The next day, Diki went to school as usual. When she got home, she changed into her favorite dress and went downstairs.
'Mom,' she called out, 'could you give me a loan?'
Her mother appeared in the kitchen doorway. 'What are you doing here at this time of day?'
'Oh, nothing important,' answered Diki. 'I just needed to ask you a question.'
'Well, what is it?'
'I need fifty dollars,' answered Diki. 'I'm going on vacation soon and I want to buy myself some new clothes.'
'Well,' began her mom. 'I don't have any cash lying around right now, but maybe Dad can lend it to you.'
'Oh please,' moaned Diki. 'I don't want him involved in this mess.'
'All right,' sighed her mother. 'I'll give you thirty bucks.'
'That's great,' replied Diki. 'I owe Mommy so much love.'
She hurried upstairs and hid the cash under her mattress before returning down to the kitchen.
'Here you go,' she said, handing the money to her mother. 'Thanks for helping me out again.'
'No prob, honey,' said Mrs. Diki. 'I'll be happy to lend you whatever I can.'
'Thanks again,' said Diki. 'I'll bring you the clothes when I'm done shopping.'
She ran back up the stairs and returned to her bedroom where she immediately took out her wallet. Then she counted her remaining funds. There were only twenty dollars in total.
She couldn't afford any more clothing, so she decided to spend the rest of her savings on a ticket to the nearest airport.
'I'm tired of this,' complained Diki. She went into the bathroom and threw herself into the bathtub. She stayed there for several hours until she finally felt refreshed again.
After she dressed, she packed up her suitcase and prepared to leave for the airport.
'Bye, Mom,' she called out. 'Have a nice day!'
'Bye,' answered Mrs. DIki, smiling happily at her daughter as Diki walked out of the house.
Diki bought her tickets, boarded the plane, and landed safely in New York City.
She rented a car, drove to Times Square, and checked into a hotel. Then she unpacked her bags and settled down for the night.
The next morning, she woke up early and set off for the mall. She spent most of the afternoon browsing through the racks of clothes and accessories until she finally found a dress that she liked. It was blue with yellow stripes and a white bow on top. She also purchased matching earrings, a belt, and some sandals.
'Yay!' cheered Diki. 'Now I feel like a real girl again.'
The following morning, she woke up late and rushed to the train station. As she was getting on board, she spotted a tall man wearing a green suit and a red scarf. He was holding a large briefcase in one hand and a newspaper in the other, but he kept staring straight ahead
'I'm Dimone,' she answered, 'and this is Diki.'
'Pleased to meet you,' said Poochum. 'I'm glad that you're here. I need your help. A crime is about to happen and it's your responsibility to stop it.'
'Really?' asked Dimone. 'What kind of crime?'
'I'll tell you in a second,' replied Poochum. He lowered the glasses and removed the hat. 'First you have to follow me. Let's go over here and I'll explain everything.'
They crossed the street and continued walking until they got to a tall building with lots of glass windows.
'What's this place called?' inquired Dimone.
'It's called "the police station",' replied Poochum. 'Now please follow me inside.'
Inside the lobby, there were two uniformed officers sitting at desks reading papers.
'Hi guys,' said Poochum to the policemen. He held out his hand to them and introduced himself.
The policeman on the left glanced at him curiously. 'And who are you?' he asked.
'I'm Poochum,' answered Poochum. 'And these are my friends Dimone and Diki.'
He led them to the other desk. 'These two girls are going through a tough time,' he explained. 'They've been trapped in a fairy-tale realm and I believe that they're being held against their wishes.'
'What makes you say that?' asked the officer, frowning suspiciously.
'They're trying desperately to escape, but everytime they manage to sneak past the guard, someone comes along to stop them. So far, they've lost most of their belongings.'
'What about their lives?' asked the other policeman, raising his eyebrows.
'They're still alive, aren't they?' replied Poochum.
Both policemen stared at him for several seconds.
Finally, one of them stood up and approached him. ''Scuse me,' he said, 'are you saying these children have been kidnapped by a fairy-tale character?'
Poochum nodded. 'That seems to be the case.'
The policemen exchanged glances. Then one spoke. 'Sir,' he said, 'what makes you think we should believe you?'
'Because,' said Poochum, 'if you look closely, you can see the marks on their faces where they were cut with knives.'
'Knives?' echoed the policeman. 'You mean, like swords?'
'Yes,' confirmed Poochum. 'They've been attacked by a bunch of armed criminals.'
'But we're not allowed to carry weapons here,' said the other policeman.
'I know that,' said Poochum. 'But these children are special visitors and they have the right to defend themselves.'
The policeman scratched his chin. Finally, he shrugged. 'Very well,' he said. 'We'll investigate the matter ourselves and report back to you soon.'
He turned to his partner. 'Go fetch the patrol car and drive those children to the hospital.' He paused for a moment. 'And call the FBI while you're at it.'
The policemen returned to their posts, and Dimone, Diki, and Poochum continued walking.
'What's the hospital for?' asked Dimone.
'To examine them for signs of torture,' replied Poochum.
'Torture?' exclaimed Dimone. She shuddered. 'That doesn't sound very good.'
'It certainly does not,' agreed Poochum. 'In fact, I believe that the person responsible for the torture is a criminal known as Mr Bones. He is a skeleton who wears a black cloak. I suspect that he plans on using them for his own personal amusement.'
'What do you mean by "personal amusement"? Do you think that he plans on killing them?'
'Not directly,' replied Poochum. 'He likes to experiment on them and see how many different ways they can be killed. For example, he once locked a boy named Billy in an airtight room ...
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'Well then, we'll just take the money from you anyway,' announced Diki.
Dimone nodded in agreement. 'That seems like a good option,' she said. 'Let's go and rob you blind.'
They ran over to the queen's desk and opened its drawers.
'Where'd you put it?' yelled Diki.
The queen stood up from her throne. 'Stop!' she shouted. 'You'll have to pay a fine for breaking my rule about thievery.'
'Fine,' grumbled Dimone, reaching into her pockets. 'Give us the money.'
The queen laughed. 'No,'she said.
'Then I guess we'll have to kill you instead?' said Diki.
The queen raised her hand. 'Wait!'
'What are you waiting for?' asked Dimone. 'Just give us the damn money already!'
'I have another choice for you,'said the queen. 'Instead,you can become my daughter.'
'Huh?' gasped Diki. 'Why would we want to do that?'
'Because then you'll have access to everything I own, including all my wealth, which amounts to many billions of dollars,' said the queen. 'You'll also have free entry to all my properties, and most important, I'll give you a new name.'
Both girls stared at the queen in shock. 'Really?' asked Diki. 'Are you serious?'
'Absolutely,' replied the queen.
'All right, then," said Dimone. "Let's do it!"'
'Great,' said Diki. 'Now we can finally go back home."
The queen smiled. 'Congratulations,'she said. 'Welcome to Fairyland.'
Chapter 2: What happened next
From that point onward, the girls lived happily ever after.
They spent their days doing fun activities like playing games, swimming, riding horses, and watching movies in the theater.
Every evening they ate dinner with the queen and her husband, Prince Charming.
The prince was very handsome; he had black hair, blue eyes, and a strong muscular body, and he was always polite and kind to his guests. He was also very intelligent and funny.
'He reminds me of Mr. Right,' said Dimone, looking at him fondly.
'I agree,' said Diki.
Afterwards, the couple invited the girls to spend some quality time with them in their private suite. They would sit around the table and discuss various topics such as art, literature, politics, philosophy, religion, history, economics, psychology, science...
Sometimes they would drink wine and listen to music while they talked about their dreams and ambitions. Other times they would smoke marijuana and dance together. Sometimes, if they felt like being adventurous, they would experiment with different sexual positions and techniques.
As the weeks passed by, the princesses grew more confident and comfortable around their new mother. They began to open themselves up emotionally and share intimate details about their lives.
The queen listened attentively and encouraged them to express their innermost feelings. She never judged them or criticized them for their mistakes or shortcomings. Instead, she taught them to embrace their emotions and to use them positively in order to grow stronger mentally and spiritually.
'My father was really strict with me growing up,' explained Diki. 'Whenever I tried to show him how I feel, he would yell at me and tell me I was being selfish. He always expected me to be perfect and to obey every rule he laid down, no matter how unreasonable they seemed to me. So I used to bottle all those negative thoughts deep down inside myself until I became completely shut down.'
'I feel exactly the same way,' admitted Dimone, nodding. 'My parents were so busy working that they hardly ever paid attention to me and my brother. Whenever we complained that we needed something, they'd ignore us or tell us to go to sleep. My dad would beat the crap out of us whenever we disobeyed his orders, and sometimes he would even hit my mom. So we grew up feeling angry and frustrated and afraid of showing ourselves to other adults. We learned that the best way to survive was to pretend that we weren't hurting or sad or mad or upset. And that way, no one would bother us or make us feel guilty for wanting to be happy and healthy.'
'Exactly,' said the queen. 'Those types of attitudes lead to emotional disorders, depression, anxiety, addiction, suicide, domestic abuse, violence, crime, poverty, war... All sorts of horrible outcomes, in fact. But if you learn to love yourself unconditionally, and to trust in the universe and in God and in the people surrounding you,then you'll be able to overcome your fears and doubts and insecurities. You'll be able to achieve true happiness and fulfillment. Your soul will thrive and flourish.'
The girls nodded in approval.
'But wait,' continued the queen. 'Before you can experience all these positive changes, you need to learn how to control your mind and your heart. Otherwise, you risk losing yourself to your own destructive impulses.'
'Like what?' asked Dimone.
'For example,' replied the queen, 'if you feel jealous towards another person, then you need to figure out what caused that particular emotion. Was it because of a past experience? A present circumstance? An imagined future event? Do you think that person deserves to be treated badly? Are you trying to protect yourself against the possibility of rejection? Do you believe that the relationship between you and that person will eventually fail? Is that other person making you uncomfortable because they're physically attractive? Or is there some other reason behind your jealousy that you haven't yet identified?'
The princesses sat silently and contemplated the question. Finally, Dimone spoke up. 'I think it was because of the last thing you mentioned. I was feeling insecure about how I look compared to her. I thought that she was prettier and smarter and more popular than me.'
'And how did you feel about her?'
'Well,' replied Dimone. 'At first I felt bad because I knew that she had more opportunities and advantages than I did. But after I got to know her better, I realized that she wasn't actually as great as I originally perceived.'
'Did you feel relieved when you discovered that?'
'Not entirely,' confessed Dimone. 'In some ways, I felt disappointed that I wasted so much time hating her and wishing she wouldn't exist. But I guess I was glad that I finally figured out what was wrong and that I was capable of overcoming that problem.'
'Do you think you'll be able to handle similar problems in the future?'
'Yes,' said Dimone firmly. 'I think so. At least I hope I'll be able to. I mean, I'm pretty sure that if I encounter a similar situation, I'll be able to deal with it.'
'Excellent,' said the queen. 'Now, let's move on to the topic of relationships, shall we?'
'Definitely,' said Diki.
'Relationships are the key to unlocking the secrets of the human soul,' said the queen. 'Without love, we can only survive. Love allows us to transcend our physical limitations by connecting us to our spiritual essence. Without love, we can't create or destroy or transform. We simply drift along aimlessly, lost in our own darkness.'
Dimone nodded. 'I definitely understand that,' she said, 'but why do we need to worry about it?' She gestured to her chest. 'Isn't that what the heart is for? Isn't that what makes us human?'
The queen smiled and placed her hands on either side of Dimone's face. She looked deeply into her eyes. '