When the clock strikes 12 [On Hiatus Indefinitely]

Chapter 1

“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” she asked.

Her royal cloak flew behind her as she walked up the tiny steps leading to the mirror and took a few minutes to observe herself. She clearly looked the fairest of them all. But when she looked into the mirror it wasn’t her own image that she saw.

“Argh!” she screamed with anger and turned the table nearest to her, upside down.

“Why?” she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Why!” she shouted out at the empty room and was answered back with a deadly silence.

“Tell me why?!” she suddenly screamed lashing out again and throwing one of the pictures at the wall next to the mirror.

As if hearing her call out his name, the mirror on the wall came alive, “What is it that you seek, Your Majesty?”

“Her!!!!” she pointed to the figure in the mirror, all her anger and hatred seething out into that one little word. Oh if only looks could kill, that girl would already be dead. What did she, a common girl, have that the Queen didn’t? Was it the hair as black as a raven, the skin as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, because the Queen herself had it all.

“Then her it shall be,” the mirror replied.

Bonnie was the first one to wake up and she felt herself sleeping on something soft and comfortable-a bed. She quickly sat up, surprised, and looked around. Where was she?

She looked around and tried to make sense of the scene around her. She seemed to be in a small house-alone. But it looked like a mess, as if there had just been an earthquake over here. The only thing left intact, undamaged and unhurt, was the bed….and her.

Just then she saw a pile of utensils shake a little and looked at it, alert. The pile shook again, harder this time, and Bonnie stepped back a little, eyeing the pile warily. Suddenly she saw something scamper out of the pile and jump straight towards her.

She felt a scream forming in her throat, but it stopped midway when she heard a bark. ‘A dog?’ she thought as she looked down at a cute black puppy and it seemed a little familiar to her somehow.

“Come here you little cutie pie,” she said, picking him up and cuddling him. But a sudden sharp knock on the door made her stop and keep the little puppy down on the floor.

When she opened the door she was blinded by the bright light and immediately covered her eyes. As she started to look around, eyes slowly adjusting, she was greeted by a strange site.

“Hello,” a woman wearing a beautiful white dress said to her.

“Hey,” Bonnie replied, stepping outside to the familiar looking woman. She noticed the small crowd that had gathered around them and wondered what had happened here. But just as she stepped outside, the woman pointed to the feet that were sticking out from under her house and she realised what she had done.

“Did I…?” Bonnie gasped, looking at the red heels the legs had on them, “Is she dead?”

The women nodded her head with a sad smile and Bonnie felt her face pale a little. Somehow though she just couldn’t take her eyes off of those pretty red shoes and she couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity that came with it.

“Don’t worry about it,” the woman assured Bonnie with a big smile on her face, “You did us all a favour. That woman who you killed by accident was the Wicked Witch of the East.”

Bonnie’s eyes suddenly widened and she felt the pieces of the puzzle click in her brain. She hadn’t thought about how she’d turned up over here, since she was used to going to weird places in her dreams. But she remembered the tornado that had sucked her and all her friends into it and the high amount of power that she had felt back in the Salvatore mansion before.

She had guessed before that the witch who had done the spell must have had to be a lot more powerful than her, and she must have conjured a tornado to suck her and all her friends into some kind of fantasy world. She wondered where all her friends were though, but she didn’t think about it much because she had bigger concerns.

If that black dog back there was Toto, and this witch who she’d accidentally killed was the Wicked Witch of the East then that meant that she was Dorothy.

She immediately put two and two together, “So that makes you the Good Witch of the North,” she said to the kind looking lady wearing the white dress.