The Witch in the Mirror – Part 10

Emily looked up at the stars. Their twinkling brightness in the autumn sky was comfortingly familiar. At least one thing wasn’t all screwed up. The moon was large on the horizon. Mist drifted slowly over the precipice, shrouding the valley far below. Emily couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here but she knew she was being…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 9

Princess Alyce knelt on the floor in front of her trunk. The lid was open and she gently placed a gown inside. She sat back and looked around the room. What else do I need to pack? She pushed her long black hair behind her ears. She was already wearing her travelling dress and the…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 8

Half an hour later Emily was on her bed, lying on her stomach. The green book—journal, whatever it was—was open and propped up against a pillow. Emily’s lips moved as she read. The clock in the kitchen ticked loudly as she kept reading until late into the night. Her eyes began to get tired and…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 7

The grey block of apartments where Emily lived with her mother was gloomy in the winter rain. Water dripped down the stair well and pooled around the rubbish bins clustered in the alley at the back of the building. An old car body was covered in graffiti and rust and half blocked the entrance to…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 6

The hand-drawn map of the Southern Isle was old and faded. Even though the drawing had grown faint, Princess Alyce could still see the main features of the Isle clearly marked. There were five principal castles that were the source of the Royal family’s power. To the untrained eye they would seemingly be scattered at…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 5

Spiritual force Power – magic – destiny Old ways and new Connect with nature Because She is us   Emily ran her hand over the dusky green cover. It made her fingers tingle again. Intrigued, she opened the cover and found what should have been the title page was blank. Very faintly in the corner…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 4

The cottage was dark as Emily walked softly down the stairs. Her hand covered the light of the torch so she could just make out the railing in the gloom. She had found the torch on a shelf in the laundry and hid it in her pocket earlier in the day. That night she had…