Chapter Three
Instead of going to school, I find myself heading in a different direction. To the door at the end of the hall.
I open it and wince as it squeaks. Out of habit I glance over my shoulder before proceeding inside. Then I shut the door behind me.
The mirror is still there, framed in black ebony. I make my way over to it, and I realize my heart is beating faster and faster. But why? It's just a stupid mirror.
Or is it something more?
I look at my reflection. Black hair that goes just past my shoulders, deep brown eyes, a pale face with rosy cheeks. I wonder if I look like my mother or my father. But it's no use wondering things you'll never know.
I place my hand on the mirror. The glass is cool and smudged, as if someone had just put there hand there as well.
Then the glass starts to heat up.
Shock rushes through me, as it gets hotter and hotter, starting to burn my white skin. I try to jerk my hand away, but it wont budge. Panic fills me, as I try over and over again to jerk my hand away. I almost scream, when I feel something pulling me. I watch in horror as my hand dissapears into the mirror, and then my arm, and then me.
It's as if I'm being shoved into darkness. I stumble on my feet and just stand there untill my eyes adjust. I feel the walls, which I realize aren't walls but rock. I'm in a tunnel.
I try to turn back the way I came, but find it leads nowhere, only into thicker darkness. So I go with my only option.
Forward.
The farther I go the lighter the tunnel gets. My bare feet soon become sore from walking on the rough ground. Does this lead anywhere? I wonder.
Apparently so. I almost run into a large gate that appears to be made of bronze. And guarding it is a gray wolf.
A WOLF?
The wolf snarls at me, and once again I start to panic. Is this how my life is going to end? In a strange tunnel, mauled by a wolf? I try to back up, when it opens it's mouth and says,
"Name?"
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. It takes me a minute for my mind to register all of this.
"Did you just talk?" I say quietly. My mind is pleading, Please don't say anything back, please let me be sane!
"It appears so. Do you need my to speak louder? NAME!" it roars.
Out of fear, I shout quickly, "Navar White!'
The bronze gates open. It looks up at me with eyes that almost look human, and says,
"I know."
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Snowdrop (OLD)
FantasyA story loosely based off of Jacob and William Grimm's "Snowdrop", better known as "Snow White." It's about Snowdrop's decedent, an orphaned girl named Navar, and a prophecy surrounding the enchantment of Snowdrops beauty. Three drops of blood, sno...
