Cinderella Dressed in Ashes ( Book #2 in the Grimm Diaries ) (18 page)

“I’m sure you’ll have a great life,” Shew said, ruffling her ashen hair. “Moutza!” she tried her luck, stretching her five fingers in the air. Cerené put a hand on her heart and fell back; pretending Shew had killed her with a spear from her hands.

Shew laughed, “get up, silly.”

Cerené could not stop laughing. Shew had not laughed like that with a girlfriend for a long time, almost a hundred years, she guessed.

“Sometimes, when I say ‘Moutza’ over and over for hours trying to create fire, I think I’m going crazy. Seriously, who’d say something like that?”

“You have any idea what it even means?”

 “I don’t think it has a meaning,” Cerené said. “Moutza sounds funny. You notice how awkward your lips look like when you say ‘mou’ then when you say ‘za’ your eyes get bigger and your eyebrows act surprised,” Cerené propped herself up on her elbows, gazing at Shew again. Her gaze dimmed slowly and she scratched her temples.

“What now?” Shew was worried again.

“Can I tell you a secret, Shew?”

“We talked about this,” Shew said. “You can tell me anything,” it meant a lot to Shew that Cerené had asked her that. After being all secretive and vague, Cerené now asked her if she could tell a secret. It was interesting how some introverted people, opened up once they felt safe with someone.

“Bianca always assures me that I am important, that something big will happen in this world because of me,” Cerené said. “But once she told me I’m like Pandora’s Box.”

“What is that?”

“It’s a myth about a box where all the evil in the world had been imprisoned,” Cerené said. “One day, Pandora, a girl who had been given the box and warned not to free the evil inside, opened it out of curiosity, and darkness veiled the world.”

“Evil? You?” Shew inquired. “That doesn’t make sense—”

Suddenly, Cerené sat straight up with scared eyes. Something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Cerené?” Shew was worried and too tired to face more dangers. She had had enough of this dream.

“Can you hear that?” She bent over and put one ear on the hill’s grass, listening to the earth.

“What is it?” Shew sprang up. “Has Baba Yaga found us?”

“I hear the hooves of a horse,” Cerené looked up at Shew. “Yes. I think it’s a horse.”

“You can hear it through the earth?

“It’s approaching us,” Cerené said.

“Where?” Shew looked around her. They were high enough they should be able to see anyone approaching. She squinted harder against the dark, and she only saw a faint fire in the distance. She knew what it was. The town of Furry Tell they’d passed by on their way from Candy House to Rainbow’s End. They’d been nice and peaceful people, who’d offered them food and shelter, only Cerené proffered to keep going.

Cerené stood up abruptly, locking eyes with Shew. The look she gave was a mix of fascination and horror, “It’s not a horse Shew.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a three eyed unicorn. I can tell unicorns when I hear one. I used to wait for the three eyed unicorns for hours to see…”

“To see what, Cerené? You’re worrying me.”

“Remember when I told you there was someone else I like better than the prince?” Cerené held Shew by the shoulders.

Shew nodded, the puzzle slowly coming together.

“He is coming,” Cerené said. “I know I shouldn’t like him but I do. Maybe it’s because he’s powerful and everyone fears him.”

“Who is coming?” Shew shook Cerené. The thought of knowing what Cerené was talking about scared her.

“The Huntsman, Shew,” Cerené said. “I’m afraid he’s going to kill everyone in Furry Tell.”

20

Fable’s Charm

“Axel,” Fable said while her brother wasn’t paying attention. “Axel!” she shook him

“What is it?” Axel’s eyes were glued to Loki’s phone again. He’d decided to reread the Dreamhunters Guide in case he’d missed something. “I’m think I’ve figured out something.”

“Like what?” Fable asked.

“I think,” Axel raised his head, posing like a genius inventor, “that I know who Loki’s father is.”

“Really?” Fable said. “Who is it?”

“Let me just think about it for a minute,” Axel walked back and forth in the room. “It’s kinda impossible, but there is no other explanation.”

“Come on, Axel. Tell me,” Fable insisted.

“Not now,” Axel raised a finger. “I need to research something on the internet first. Then, if it all falls together, I swear I’ll dig Sherlock Holmes up from his grave so he and you will both know what a genius detective I am.”

“Sherlock Holmes is dead?” Fable wondered, “So sad. I thought he was really cool.”

Axel’s face reddened. He approached his sister as if he was about to eat her.

“What’s wrong, Axel?” Fable backed off. “There’s still a bag of Sticky Sweet Bones somewhere.”

“I am not hungry, Fable,” Axel grunted. “I’m angry. Sherlock Holmes isn’t even real. He is a character in a book!”

“Oh, that?” Fable laughed, “as if Snow White and the Evil Queen aren’t!”

Axel felt confused, “Well—I—never mind,” he waved his hands angrily. “We’re not going to fight over imaginary people who are actually real.”

“You’re right,” Fable patted him. “Since you’re not going to tell me who Loki’s father is, let me tell you something.”

“Ah. You were trying to say something,” Axel said. “So what is it?”

“This is a bit, if not totally, crazy,” Fable began. “So bear with me and be patient please.”

“What is it, Fable?” Axel knotted his face on purpose, trying to play Fable’s dad. “You’re not going to tell me you’re in love with someone and want to go on a date. You’re too young for this.”

“No, that’s not it,” Fable was unusually polite.

“So what is it?”

“I think I know how to free Loki from Carmilla’s Fleece,” she said. Axel wondered why she’d been so calm.

“You do? That’s awesome,” Axel said.

“It’s not that easy,” Fable said. “Let me tell how it works first. Carmilla controls Loki through the Fleece, right?” she said. “I don’t know what a Fleece is made of but I think of it as part of Loki’s soul. In this case, Carmilla is controlling him the way you control a dog with chains, creating some kind of connection, controlled by one of the two sides.”

“Can’t you just skip the details,” Axel said. “Let’s just save him now, and I promise I will do my homework myself for a week as a reward.”

“It’s not that easy, Axel. Please listen,” Fable said. “I know of a spell that can break almost any kind of bond.”

“Which will metaphorically cut the Fleece? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” Fable said. “Only in magic, it’s done in another way. The spell I know will bond me with Loki.”

“Now you lost me.”

“It’s simple. It is like possessing someone’s body. A lot of clairvoyants do it,” Fable said.

“How does it work?” Axel said.

“Basically I will have to stay very close to this purple light, and hopefully if the spell works, I will be part of Loki’s body. Not for long, but long enough to bring him back to his senses,” Fable said.

“I can’t permit you to be alone with Loki,” Axel said, “and certainly not inside his body!”

“It’s only spiritual, Axel,” Fable explained.

“You mean you can’t kiss?”

“No!”

“OK then. So how is this going to bring him back to his senses?”

“Don’t you get it? Carmilla controls his soul through his Fleece. His soul is what controls Loki’s body. If I enter Loki’s body for a brief time, I will break the connection.” Fable said. “Loki’s Fleece will be useless because she will be connected to me, and she can’t control me through Loki’s Fleece. It has no effect on me.”

“And what will you do in that brief time?” Axel asked.

“I’ll be able to pull the stake from Shew, I guess,” Fable said. “It doesn’t matter. I am sure I will figure it out then.”

“No, I can’t let you do this, Fable,” Axel objected. “This is too dangerous.”

“Please don’t talk me out of it, Axel,” Fable said. “I want to help Loki, and the thought of doing the spell already scares me, so I need your encouragement.”

“You said it yourself,” Axel said. “This is a dangerous spell. It means your soul, or whatever that is, will be
inside
  the Dream Temple. Didn’t I tell you being inside leads to insanity while the dream is locked?”

Fable lowered her head, unable to utter a word. She really wanted Loki’s and Shew’s love to prevail. This crazy fairy tale world wouldn’t mean much to her if she lost any of them.

“Listen to me, Fable,” Axel walked toward his sister and hugged her. “I might be harsh on you sometimes, and I know I am not the best brother in the world, but I can’t bear the thought of living without you. I love Loki and Shew, but think of it, Fable. This is not our fight. We’re not one of those fairy tale characters. We are simply two nerdy orphans and we only got each other. Do you understand?”

“I do, bro,” Fable hugged him tighter. “I just wanted to help. I can’t stand it being here, not knowing what’s happening in the Dreamworld.”

“That’s my sis,” Axel said. “Besides, what would Itsy and Bitsy do without you?” he hated his sister’s spiders, but if it made her laugh he didn’t mind pretending to love them.

“You hate my spiders, Axel,” Fable said.

“Who said that? Just wait until we get back, and I promise you I will feed them both myself.”

“And you need to let Itsy sleep next to you in bed,” Fable had to take advantage of the moment.

“But of course,” Axel gritted his teeth behind her back, imagining all the possible ways to choke both spiders, “as long as I don’t have any girls sleeping over.”

Fable hit him lightly in his stomach, “I just remembered it wasn’t going to work anyway.”

“How so?”

“I need Loki’s full name to posses his body, We call it true name in magic. Each person has a true name that without the spell doesn’t work,” Fable explained. “I remember he told us that Blackstar wasn’t his real name. It was given to him by Charmwill, which makes me curious to know if you really discovered who his father was.”

“OK,” Axel said and went back to grab his phone. “I will tell you now about my genius discovery, but first you have to tell me more about true names.”

“It’s easy,” Fable said. “Remember the old Rumpelstiltskin fairy tale every one heard as a kid?”

“Of course,” Axel said. “I always suspect it has to do something with Professor Rumpelstein. The names are similar.”

“Maybe, but that’s not the point,” Fables said. “In the fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin, which I assume you know well, the imp who has stolen a firstborn promised his mom he will return her child only is she could guess his true name. And then later she does, and has control over him and is able to kill him.”

“So?”

“So we all though this was just a story when this is a part of true magic,” Fable said. “To make a spell work on someone, especially very powerful spells, the witch or the performer needs to know someone true name, which usually their real name. But in the a world like a Kingdom of Sorrow, I assumed a true name is something even deeper than that. I am just assuming.”

“And I learned something new from my sister today,” Axel said proudly, scrolling his phone. “Now, in order to tell you my new discover about Loki’s father, I need to send one last message to Genius Goblin. I need to ask him something. The man is a guru.”

21

A Massacre in Furry Tell

Shew and Cerené watched the horde of Huntsmen invade the small town of Furry Tell. Their black cloaks fluttered in the wind hardly resisting their unicorns’ intensity.

The unicorns were hornless with a third eye where their horns had been cut off, all but Loki’s, the leader of all Huntsmen. His unicorn was black, and instead of a third eye, it had a horn. Shew recognized it immediately because it was Loki's famous Alicorn.

Wherever Loki rode his unicorn, the laughing wind spiraled around him. It was like a second conscious, a ghostly black wind that waved like a guardian curtain, showing face and hands. It talked like a human, and it applauded Loki each time he chopped off one of the villager’s heads.

"I can’t believe my eyes," Shew looked away from the blood and gore Loki was spreading in the town. At least, she’d seen him from far away. She didn’t think she could take it if she had been closer.

“That’s horrible,” Cerené muttered, changing her mind about her fascination with the Huntsman whose blonde hair fluttered from under his hood as he rode and killed through town.

“Furry Tell is such a small community. Hundred people or more, maybe,” Shew said. “Why would he kill them so heartlessly?”

“He wouldn’t do it unless the Queen of Sorrow demanded it,” Cerené said. “I heard he tends to kill ninety nine people whenever he raises his sword. He calls it his lucky number," she said.

“Why ninety nine?” Shew wondered.

"I heard the Queen of Sorrow made him the master Huntsman after he'd killed ninety nine vampires on his own in a battle on the borders. But that was some time ago when he was still that cute boy in the king’s army," Cerené said.

Shew wondered where Angel was in all of this. She remembered Angel had been away for long periods while fighting the Intruders, sometimes for a whole year. He’d always been proud of Loki. That’s why Loki had been so close to the royal family, and why Angel had assigned him to protect her personally later. She thought it was an unwise move by Angel to assign Loki as her guardian. Loki was one of the youngest and bravest fighters in his army. Demoting him to a position where he protected the princess didn’t make sense. Maybe he’d been worried about Carmilla hurting Shew, and he thought that Loki would be the perfect protector for the princess. How could Angel forget about Loki’s past, being a son of an angel and demon?

Ironically, it was exactly what Carmilla needed.

Shew turned back to look at the Furry Tell massacre. Loki was killing unapologetically. She wondered if he’d known why he was doing it. Had he just become a marionette played by Carmilla, the puppeteer?