Queen of Reflections: A Snow White retelling (Kingdom of Fairytales Snow White Book 1) by J.A. Armitage & Laura Greenwood

Author:J.A. Armitage & Laura Greenwood [Armitage, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Enchanted Quill Press
Published: 2020-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

11th October

The trees around me groaned, and the wind whistled. I closed my eyes, wishing myself away from the dream world where I knew I'd find my mother's almost dead body lying in a coffin again.

I opened them slowly only to discover myself still on the path through the woods. This time, the stones on the path dug into my feet. If this was real life, I'd have cuts all over the soles of my feet by the time I'd made my way to the clearing.

The memory of yesterday's stray spell and how I'd known it was coming flashed through my mind. This wasn't the same. I needed to remember that. There was no fuzzy edge like the premonition, This was only a dream.

The stones crunched, and I tried not to wince as I walked over them. The trees continued to wave, and the wind carried on howling, each of them clearer than they had been the night before. If this was going to keep happening, then I was going to become exhausted. Maybe there was something I could take to ease me into a sleep with no nightmares.

When the clearing was in sight, I sped up. Or I tried to. The dream didn't seem to want me to control it, though, and I approached it just as slowly as the last couple of times.

Dread swirled in my stomach. What was I going to see this time? Mother had already been motionless and had already aged. What could be worse than that? Did it bear thinking about?

The clearing arrived just as it was supposed to. As much as I was relieved that the dream was nearly over and I could get back to a more peaceful sleep, I didn't want to see what was lying in the coffin in front of me.

I took a steadying breath, though it changed nothing in this dreamland. It was never going to. As far as I could tell, nothing I did would change anything in the dream.

I peered over the side of the coffin and felt some kind of relief pop up beside the constant fear. Mother was no worse than she had been the night before. The only difference I could see was a rosy red apple in her left hand. It wasn't that the whole dream sequence didn't worry me. It did. But I felt that if it didn't get worse, then there was less to worry about. My theory was flawed, that was for certain.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," I whispered to Mother. Feeling brave, I reached out a hand and stroked it down her cheek. Her skin was warmer than I expected, almost as if she wasn't dead. Hope bloomed within me, even though this was a horrible situation. "I'm going to figure out how to stop this," I promised her.

A woman’s voice called out to me. Not my mother’s, but someone else’s. Her words were too distant for me to hear her, but it sounded like she was calling for help.

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