Reality to Fairytale

Rule Number Eleven

10. Rule Number Eleven

After a long relaxing bath in the cabin’s toilet, Dylan felt rejuvenated and ready for dinner. The toilet was incredible. The magical bath would fill up in whatever soap you want and Dylan asked for a strawberry milk bath. Then there was the magical mirror, when Dylan stood in front of it, all different sorts of clothing were clad on her. Being a girl, she spent half an hour finding an outfit. It was a pink and white striped shirt that was tight fitting and showed her curves. The sleeves came up to the elbow and the neckline was below her collarbone. It was paired with a jeans skirt that came to mid thigh and overall, she could have passed herself for cute.

Feeling satisfied, she stepped out of the humid bathroom. The cool air outside the toilet nipped at her exposed flesh and it felt weirdly refreshing.

“The princess’s finally out of the bathroom.” Derek commented from his bed. Princess? Oh, Dennis must have told him. He was lying on his stomach reading some kind of magazine. He was wearing a simple blue shirt and some jeans yet he still managed to look like some male model.

Dylan smiled back sarcastically and went over to the dresser and pulled out a red hair band, she pulled her hair into a high ponytail. Feeling a presence behind her, she turned around to see Derek behind her. Dylan craned her neck upwards, to meet his eyes. He was at least six foot three.

“What?” she asked quizzically. Was there something on her face?

“It’s nothing.” Derek replied. “I was just wondering how powerful you are. That lightning bolt you did out there, no sorcerer of electricity could muster that. Furthermore, you have eleven other powers.”

Dylan smiled. “I’ll hold back next time. It’s just that Aurora made me so mad I couldn’t help it.”

“I was afraid you would zap yourself into a pile of ashes instead.” Derek laughed. Dylan smile broadened, “I’ll be careful next time.”

She opened her palm and a small flicker of electricity zapped out a few inches. “Guess I conquered one of my twelve powers.”

Suddenly something clicked inside her. “Hey, what can you do with your powers?” she asked Derek.

He smiled smugly as he opened his palm and immediately it burst into flames. Dylan eyes widened in awe she could feel the heat, “That is so cool!”

Derek smiled at her amazement, “Nah, not as cool as you summoning lightning bolts.” Dylan smiled lightly and punched his arm, “I’ll probably never be able to do that again.”

A long bell chimed throughout the camp.

“Hungry, Princess?” Derek asked with a cute smirk on his face. Dylan grinned back, “Starved.”

They walked into the pavilion that was decorated by different powers at camp. There were grapevines wrapped around the pillars supporting the roof, filling the pavilion with a light scent of grapevines. The room was shaped in a horseshoe with a long table at the end. Cynthia, Becky and some guy that looked like he was pissed with the world sat there. The other campers sat at their respective cabin tables. In the middle of the horseshoe was large water fountain. The liquid changed from blue to gold and all the other colors at times.

“See that fountain?” Derek spoke into Dylan’s ear, “It changes color according to the mood of the campers in the pavilion. We have all our talks and discussion, if necessary, in the pavilion and the fountain judges our mood.”

Dylan spun around to face Derek. “That’s really cool. A fountain that detects mood swings, huh?”

Derek grinned and led Dylan to their table. “This is our cabin table, unfortunately, the closest one to Dakota.”