It was a cool Autumn evening in the house of a certain Day Dreamer. She was sitting in her banana chair, laptop in her lap, enjoying the newest songs from Fall Out Boy. The light clicks and clacks could be heard from her keyboard as she diligently keyed out the latest chapter of Prince of Thieves.

"Oh my readers are not gonna expect this at all. And they are especially gonna love this scene with Estelle and Finnigan," Dreamer said to herself with a grin.

Suddenly a white, little message box popped up on her screen with a quiet ding. Dreamer raised an eyebrow. "Huh, that's weird, my computer never does that. And last time I checked, I don't have Messenger, nor Skype on here." She saved the chapter and moved her mouse over the open button. As soon as she opened it though, an even more surprising message revealed itself to her.

Ms. Dreamer,

You are cordially invited to King Rowan's annual ThiefsGiving Feast in his castle in Nem!

We have heard quite...Interesting things about you from our prince and top Thieves

We hope to see you there!

P.S. This is Estelle speaking, I managed to steal the invitation away from Rowan's messengers for a bit. You better come Dream, you and I have some major things to speak about...gotta go! Come. Or your little writing tush will be on the line big time!

Sincerely,

King Rowan's Messengers

Dreamer furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She read the message again, and again, and once more just to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. "What the? Is this some kind joke? Thanksgiving was days ago. Did my friends send me this just to yank my chain or something?" Dreamer checked her phone. Nope. No gotcha' texts in sight.

She turned her gaze back to the invite glowing on her screen. Its golden cursive stood out brilliantly as a contrast to her dark Fullmetal Alchemist screen wallpaper. Her gaze dropped lower and she noticed that below the writing, was an Accept or Deny button. Dreamer chuckled to herself. What's the worst that could happen? She thought to herself.

She moved her mouse over the Accept button and clicked. Suddenly, a brilliant purple light shot out from her laptop and deafening winds picked up all around her, whipping her light brown hair around her and nearly cracking her glasses in two. As fast as the winds and lights came though, they stopped. Dreamer let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "What the hell was tha—" Before she was able to finish her sentence, she was sucked into her computer and was thrown down on what looked to be mosaic tile.

"Oww. What just happened?" she asked with a groan. She let out a cough and pushed herself off of the floor and brought herself to her feet. Where exactly am I? She thought. Dreamer turned her head to look left, then right. Hmm, mosaic tiles, ornate columns, and stained glass windows. This must be some kind of castle. She took a step forward, but then paused, her eyes widened as the realization hit her. Mosaic tiles. Ornate columns. Stained glass windows. No. Freaking way.

"I'm in King Rowan's castle!" she shouted. Her mind began racing and she could practically feel her heart thrumming in her chest.

I'm in King Rowan's Castle...

In Prince of Thieves...

My book....

Which is supposed to be pure fiction. As in, not. Real...

How is this happening!

A sudden jovial shout breaks her from her erratic thoughts. "Ah Ms. Dreamer! We've been expecting ya! Estelle's been mighty eager to finally meet you. Prince Finnigan too!" Dreamer turns her gaze to the direction of the speaker. A rather tall, young girl dressed in a white petticoat jacket and dark blue beret comes bounding up to her.

"Ms. Dreamer! Oh, I'm so glad I found you! The king and the mischief and mishap duo are waitin' for ya in the banquet room! Come! Come! Follow me!" the girl said as she grabbed Dreamer's hand and pulled her with her. The girl's light blonde locks bounced with every step.

A look of confusion and wonder crossed Dreamer's features as she let herself be pulled through the castle halls by this mysterious girl. The castle looked even more haunting and beautiful than she ever imagined. Beautiful artwork lined the walls, from oddly painted abstracts, to beautiful sceneries of the different places in the Terra region. The windows, the way they arched forward beckoning any passerby to look through them was breathtaking. Not to mention the stain glass that littered every inch of the castle. Everything was just, too beautiful for words.

With a sudden jolt, the mysterious girl came to a stop in front of two very large wooden doors where the sounds of shouting, insults, and clanging of metal could be heard. The girl turned to Dreamer with a smile on her face. "Alright! 'ere we are!" She then turns to the door and swings it open. But now, she wore a sour look on her face with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hey! Red! Quit your miserable attempt at sword play and come greet your guest!" she shouts.

A girl with shoulder length, fiery red hair paused her fight with a boy around her age, and tousled brown hair. She snapped her switchblade close with a quick click and whirled on her heels to face the new duo. Dreamer's eyes widened as bright green eyes meet with her own, then flickered over to Mystery girls with an irritated expression.

"Miserable attempt? Miserable. Attempt," she scoffed as she marched forward and stood in front of Dreamer and Mystery girl. "I'd like to see you try anything that I do. Oh wait, you can't, can you, magic girl?"

Mystery girl's eyes narrowed and she let out an indignant huff. "Whatever Red. I brought your precious guest like you wanted. My job is done here." She scowled at Estelle and then turned to Dreamer. This time, with a cheery smile on her face. "Bye now! It was lovely meeting you hun!" with that she turned on her heel, and ran off.

Dreamer's gaze lingered on the girl for a moment wondering why she seemed so familiar, but then turned her attention back to the matter at hand. She was standing. In front. Of a character. That was supposed to be fictional. And she had no clue what to say.

Estelle rolled her eyes at the dumbfounded look on Dreamer's face. "Well don't just stand there you idiot. Come in. We need to have a little chat." Estelle said with a smirk.

Dreamer followed Estelle into the banquet hall and looked around with wonder. It was just as magnificent as the rest of the castle. The long banquet table had already been set with all kinds of delicious foods, the candles that adorned the walls flickered gently casting a warm glow in the large room, Dreamer could nearly compare this room similar to that of Beast's in Beauty and the Beast.

Dreamer was soon brought from her thoughts by a hard shove and the cool feel of a switchblade against her neck. Dreamer's eyes widened. "What the hell Estelle?"

Estelle chuckled. "Ah, so you know who I am," she said her smirk widening.

Dreamer chuckled. "Of course I do! I created you! You're a character in a book I created! Fictional! As in, not real!"

Estelle let out a bark of laughter, her green eyes twinkling in amusement. "That is true, yes. But I thought you of all people wouldn't underestimate the power of magic."

Dreamer let out a sigh. "Yea, guess you're right. But that still doesn't mean you can shishcabob me! Without me, there wouldn't be a you!"

They hear Finnigan chuckle a few steps away. "She's got a point She-Wolf. I believe that would be charactercide if you killed her."

Estelle lowers the switchblade and sends a glare Finnigan's way. "Firstly, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a godforsaken wolf! Second, I wasn't gonna kill her, just scare her a little."

Finnigan smirked. "Sure, Estelle, sure."

Dreamer let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding and faced the duo. "Well, mission accomplished. Why did you bring me here anyways?"

Estelle smiled at this. "Well, I was going to rag on you for throwing me into a few unsightly and completely unnecessary situations—"

Dreamer interrupted her with a chuckle. "You mean the pixies, the gremlins, or oooh, your wedding?"

Finnigan perked up at the last part. "Wedding? Why my dear Estelle, I didn't know we got married," he said with a snicker as he slung an arm around Estelle.

Estelle spluttered and threw his arm off of her. "We did not! It was just a stupid dream you ass! Shut up!" Then she glared at Dreamer. "And you! Don't make me regret not nicking you with this switchblade. Because don't think for a second I won't do it," she growled, embarrassment clear as day on her features.

"Now, now Estelle. Is that anyway to treat our guest. Especially on ThiefsGiving?" an older voice rang out.

Both Dreamer, Estelle, and Finnigan turned their attention to the new voice. "Sorry King Rowan," Estelle muttered.

Dreamer's lips stretched into a grin. She was actually meeting King Rowan. There was no mistaking him. His dark ebony hair that cut off right at his shoulders—now graying at the tips—and his piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut right through you. Dreamer curtsied. "King Rowan, it's an honor thank you for inviting me."

Rowan chuckled and waved her off. "No problem my dear. Now, why don't we begin this feast hmm?" he said as he gestured to the table.

Everyone nodded and took their seats. And what a feast it was. They began unveiling all the different types of food, from turkey, to mash potatoes and more. It smelled unbelievable. The real entertainment began though, when Estelle tried beating Finnigan with a turkey leg multiple times. In turn, Finnigan tried shooting various pieces of food at Estelle's head. In the end, it led to an all-out food war with pieces of food flying every direction.

Dreamer chuckled and smiled to herself. "Never thought I would be able to experience something like this before, If I had to be thankful for anything on this ThiefsGiving, it would be meeting all of you guys," Dreamer said with a smile.

Estelle smiled back. "Well, I'd never say this to anyone else, but I'm thankful for you too Dream."

Finnigan grinned and slung an arm over Estelle's shoulder. "I echo that sentiment."

"As do I." Rowan said.

Dreamer smiled. This truly was a happy ThiefsGiving.