Reality to Fairytale

Meeting Becky

8. Meeting Becky

 Dylan trailed behind Cynthia as she walked across the thirteen cabins. Cabin one was eerily empty; there were only a few belongings on the tables and chairs. “Who lives in cabin one?” Dylan asked, curious.

“Only the most powerful sorcerers,” was Cynthia's short reply. “The first five cabins hold sorcerers with the most powerful powers.”

Cabin two to five were electricity, fire, telekinesis and water respectively. Dylan turned to Dennis, “So you are one of the most powerful sorcerers?” Dennis smiled and shrugged, “Maybe.”

Dylan pointed to the thirteenth cabin, “Um…what’s that?” The cabin was hot pink and there were heart shapes pillows and ribbons overflowing on the porch. It was like Valentines Day was all year round in that cabin.

Cynthia sighed almost as if she was ashamed to say it. “Sorcerers that hold the power of love.”

“You can hold the power of love?” Dylan wondered aloud. “Yep. Blast some heart shaped magic out of your palms and people go dizzy and start hugging each other.” Dennis answered.

“It’s called the love spell, boy.” Cynthia corrected.

Dennis shuddered, “Just avoid their cabin head, Aurora. When I first came in she cast me under the love spell and made me a walking zombie that followed her around for half an hour.”

Dylan chuckled, “Are you kidding me?”

Cynthia shook her head and let out a short laugh. “She got off easy; I found this poor zombified boy and forced her to cast back the spell on Dennis. She was on probation and got her powers confiscated for two weeks.”    

They kept walking and Dylan looked at the different cabins around her, wondering which one she would get into. Having telekinesis like Dennis wouldn’t be a bad choice. All the cabins looked interesting and unique. One of the cabins, cabin ten, was made purely of grapevines, they were wrapped all over the cabin and the sour smell of grapes was intoxicating. Cabin eight was shimmering under the sun, it looked like an illusion. Suddenly it disappeared and then appeared again.

“Here we are!” Cynthia exclaimed as they stood in front of a palace. Literally.

The porch steps were made of glass and the railings looked like pure gold. As Cynthia walked up the glass steps, her heels clicked against it and the surface of the glass shimmered and rippled as if she was treading on water.

Dylan walked carefully over it. It wouldn’t be good if she cracked a hole on the glass steps of the most powerful enchantress on her first day at camp.

Cynthia waved her hand over the ten feet tall silver door and it swung open inwards effortlessly. The floor was lined with a red carpet and the insides were a burst of colors. It was like walking into a theme park only with ten times the variety of colors. The walls changed into a different shade of violet every minute and all the furniture were blending into lighter and darker shades every second. The room seemed alive.

Dylan grinned at the variety of shades of colors in front of her very eyes, it was awe striking! Then the air in front of the trio shimmered and a very beautiful woman came into sight. Dylan gasped and took a step back in shock.

The woman smiled gently and Dylan was almost tempted to smile too. Almost being the keyword. The woman had silver hair threaded with blue ribbons and she wore a long indigo cloak that looked liquid under the light. Was it her imagination or did the cloak look like a waterfall of purple? The woman had the bluest eyes possible; it was so electrifying that her eyes felt pain to look into them. Her face was smooth and flawless and it was hard to tell her age, she could look like a young girl or a young woman. Yet, she was just beautiful.