Nine-year-old Amy Winter's holiday plans have gone from exciting to total disaster.
How is she supposed to have any fun being packed up and sent to stay with a weird relative she can't even remember?
And Aunt Penelope is as weird as they get. With...
Just look in the bedroom mirror and say your Storyteller name. That's all she had to do.
But she was scared.
Amy chewed at her lip, inspecting her reflection.
She looked like an ordinary nine year old. As far as she was concerned there was nothing very special about herself. She was short for her age, the green eyes that stared back at her were too round and her nose was still struggling to grow into her face. Even her long, blonde hair was not sitting straight in its pony tail.
A week ago she didn't even know a Storyteller existed and here she was, about to become one.
She fidgeted with the hem of her T-Shirt.
Her aunt had said to wear something comfortable so she'd chosen her favourite black jeans with an emerald-green T shirt. Her eyes made contact through the mirror with her aunt's proud green ones. Amy smiled. Remembering her shocked surprise when her aunt had walked into her room wearing the same coloured jeans and a sky-blue T shirt, with her tangerine hair falling softly around her face.
"What? Can't I be comfortable too?" She'd winked, laughing.
Now, her aunt appeared beside her.
"Would you like it, if I stood here with you?"
Amy nodded. Taking strength in her aunt's closeness.
"Here goes," She whispered.
"Elizabeth Winter"
And...
Nothing happened.
She looked at her aunt, who smiled encouragingly, then back into the mirror.
She felt a pull on her chest. Just a tug at first. Her eyes widening as an image of her great great great great grandmother's gentle face flashed in front of her, then the three golden Didactic Stones appeared.
"Elizabeth Winter... Your Storyteller power, awaits you." The deep voice wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
Her surroundings blurred. The pulling became stronger and stronger as a whirling mass of air drew her whole body into the mirror. One moment she was standing in her room. The next...
Amy caught her breath.
She was floating!
A vastness of nothing, stretched before her.
No colour.
No texture.
Just nothing, as far as her eyes could see!
She moved her arms and legs, but they felt no resistance. She tried swimming like a frog. Laughing, she cartwheeled, then started to somersault but stopped half way, gasping. She righted herself.
For, as she'd turned, she noticed her aunt frozen in her bedroom. Just staring at her.
Amy was in the mirror.
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