Picket's noticed strange behavior before...and then there's Smalls around his sister. However, this topic has always been a no-no for several reasons; Picket isn't looking to tick off Heather and doesn't want to start another argument with Smalls. But a simple request from Wilfred might change that... *Tell me if it's too short and I should re-write it to be longer*

Just a fun one-shot *Inspired by meadow-roses artwork on tumblr*

Look, I know that this is far-fetched. It's...Actually, I don't know what this is. I had an idea, so I wrote it. (Basically, I made Smalls suffer more, but what's new?) Warning, very angsty, very...uh, dramatic. (Also Chapter 2 is basically just me ranting about Garten.)

Just a poem I wrote about Heather a while ago.

(Part 2 of series, please read Heir of Natalia first) Who is alive? Who is dead? Is anyone left? Does anyone know? Or has fire destroyed everyone and everything? Heather Longtreader, Smalden Joveson, OC, [HeatherxSmalls] *I don't own the Green Ember*

[My take on the AU were King Jupiter didn't die. This is an older story, and part 1 of a series.] Raised in the palace, taught to heal and defend. A war raging. Betrayal beckoning. Where will anyone land? Heather Longtreader, Picket Longtreader, Smalden Joveson, Emma Joveson, [SmallsxHeather] Disclaimer; I don't own The Green Ember. I wish I did but I don't.