The Cinderella Coup (Revved Up Fairy Tales Book 2) by Diana Flame

Author:Diana Flame [Flame, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yorkside Press
Published: 2017-07-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Deep inside the Black Thorn Forest, in a cold damp cave, burned a bright flickering fire. The wood sparked and crackled as the flames formed shadows on the blackened cave walls. Two pairs of eyes stared at each other across the fire pit. In the meantime, another set of eyes looked curiously from a dark corner.

A figure belonging to one set of the eyes sat back on her heels. She growled deep in her throat at the stupidity of her younger sister, Isolde. That sister was staring at her in terror across the flickering flames.

The elder sister snarled, “Ye clotpole!” … meaning, ‘idiot’!

Isolde cringed at the sound of Olga’s voice. The last time she saw her sister this angry, was when they were children and she messed with her sister’s magic doll. That resulted in their house catching fire when Olga has screamed and yelled. That’s when they all knew she was a witch.

Now sitting across from her with the blazing fire between them brought back those memories and the fear they had invoked. Her parents had been forced to send Olga away. This cave was where Olga decided to stay.

“How could ye make such a foolish promise to the king?” Olga bellowed. “Doth not ye know what a brutal man that king be? Do ye even know where Marge is? Not even I, the great Olga can find her.”

Isolde hastened to her sister’s side, kneeling and clasping her hands together. “I beseech thee, my great elder sister, assist me this once and I shall ne’er bother thee again.”

“Ye foolish wench,” Olga scoffed. “Ye have wasted thy life. How could thee bethink it was wise to murder thine own husband? Now, look at ye. Pathetic!”

“’Tis that Cinderella’s fault. If she had not exiled me from the house, this would not have happened.”

Olga rose to her feet and shook her head pitifully. “Depart from me at once, I cannot be of assistance to thee.”

Isolde grabbed Olga’s foot. “I beg of thee, please do not send me away from thee. Thou art all I have now.”

“Git!”

“Nay, I shall not leave thee. I beg of thee. Do not send me away.”

“What wilt ye have me do?”

“Help me find Marge. I know that thee can do it. Thou art the great Olga, the most powerful witch in all of Izadel!”

Olga grinned. ”Well, thou hast spoken truly. I am the most powerful of all the witches…,” She paused as her face became somber. “Only one was greater than I and she has been missing for three decades. How am I supposed to find her?”

Isolde scrambled to her feet, straightening her back. “Use the magic water, the way thee did find Cinderella.”

Olga lumbered to the corner of the dark cave where she kept her potions and ingredients. In a corner was a sphere of polished obsidian. She picked it up and placed it on a stone block that she used as a table.

“What may that be?” Isolde asked.

“Quiet. Me needs to concentrate,” Olga reprimanded. “Keep quiet or I shall have thee removed from the cave.

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