The Cindy Chronicles: The Complete Set
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“Oh,” Snow said, giving me a sideways look.
Dorian traced his thumb along Snow’s jaw. A pang of sadness filled my heart because as much as I loved Gabe, what we had wasn’t the same as what Dorian and Snow had. It would be obvious to anyone that Snow and Dorian would do anything for each other, fight through Heaven and Hell to be together.
“Thanks, Snow. I feel much better. I’ll let you go. Night.”
“Come see us soon. We’d love to have you. Jasmine asks about you everyday.”
I smiled at the mention of Jasmine. The little vampire girl was amazing.
“I will.”
“See ya, Cindy,” Dorian said, bending so I could see his face in the mirror.
“Yep.” Then I said, “Mirror. Mirror. Made of glass. Bring back my reflection. Do as I ask.”
Snow waved as she and Dorian vanished.
My haphazard reflection was back, and I stared. “What’s wrong with you?” I stuck out my tongue at the stupid girl looking back.
After turning off the bathroom light, I flopped myself on my bed, burying my face in my covers. The comforter smelled like Gabe, which made me all the sadder.
I dreamt of fire. The smell of burning wood and smoke so thick I couldn’t see much of anything.
I tried several different spells to dispel the smoke and put out the fire, but my magic didn’t work.
Different shades of reds and oranges flashed above, burning the trees to ash, until all that was left was a gray world with soot that filled my lungs so I couldn’t breathe.
“Come to me, Cinderella.”
His words sunk deep into my veins and sinews.
Time Charm
The next morning I woke with a single purpose: find out about Polonias. After I dressed in my favorite True Religion jeans and blue top, I stopped in the kitchen. My mother was there.
“Have you heard of Polonias?” I blurted it as she took a sip of her morning coffee.
Her eyes grew large. “Where did you hear that word?”
I decided to be honest. “From Quilla, my fairy godmother.” I walked to the stove and grabbed a piece of bacon.
My mom dropped the cup of coffee she’d been holding and the contents spilled across the counter and splashed onto her pink shirt. “You’ve seen Quilla?” She stood, knocking the stool to the floor with a clank. I stepped behind her and picked up the chair.
“Yes, I saw her. She came to my room the other night.”
Her hands shook. “I’ve got to go. I-I need to speak with your father.” She dashed from the kitchen so fast I didn’t even have a chance to say good-bye.
As I chewed on the bacon, I debated what to do, who I should talk to next. Finally I settled on Abernathy.
I went up to my room and placed bright blue candles on the floor in the shape of a seven-pointed star. Then I sat in the center, crossed my legs, and closed my eyes.
I knew immediately I’d arrived at Abernathy’s cave. The smell of sulfur and rotting flesh were instant clues. It was dark. “Lumos,” I whispered and a small light appeared in my right hand. As I walked toward the sound of Abernathy’s snoring, my skin started to crawl. It felt like I was being watched. I quickly glanced around, searching for the culprit, but no one was there. When I reached the edge of Abernathy’s cave, I stopped.
The dragon wasn’t there. In the center of the cave stood Leo.
“Hi Cinderella. I hope you don’t mind, but I sent Abernathy out for a snack. He agreed it’d be better if I answered your questions.”
I backed away, allowing the light in my hand to extinguish. I didn’t want to see Leolar. Not now. Snow didn’t like him. And I didn’t know if I liked him either.
“Go away,” I shouted.
“I can’t do that, Cinderella.” His voice was right in my ear and I screamed. A light like the one I’d held appeared in his hand. “We’re the same, you and I. And it’s about time you understood what that means.” He grabbed for my hand, but I pulled it away and ran and ran and ran until I was at the entrance of Abernathy’s cave. The air smelled better so close to the opening. I wasn’t in the greatest shape and I bent over, grabbing my knees, gulping in deep breaths.
I heard him in front of me and glanced up. “Just stay away from me,” I retorted, trying to think of a spell that would make him go away. Nothing came to mind.
“It doesn’t matter what sort of spell you throw my way. I’ll just counter it with one of my own and I’ve been doing magic since I was four.” He grinned, flashing his white teeth and adorable dimples.
“Stop smiling, dammit.” I stepped back.
His face grew serious. “There is something I need to show you. Someone I want you to meet. Would that be okay?”
I straightened. “Do I have idiot stamped across my forehead? Why would I go anywhere with you?”
Leo stepped closer, examining my forehead. “There’s a dirt smudge and part of a cobweb, but I don’t see a word.” He pulled the cobweb off my forehead, letting it drop to the dirt floor.
A gurgle of laughter erupted from my throat. Leo gave me a confused look. “Why are you laughing?”
I shook my head. “Merde, you really aren’t from around here are you?”
His eyebrows scrunched together. “No, Cinderella. You’ve seen my land.”
A very unladylike noise came from my nose. I covered it and my mouth.
Leo smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” I said through my hand.
He reached out and grasped the hand covering my mouth. A shiver of exhilaration ran through my body. “Will you come with me?”
He seemed harmless, but the idea of going to another land with no knowledge on how I got there or how I’d get back didn’t fill me with warm fuzzies. And to top it off, Snow wasn’t a Leolar fan. It wouldn’t be the smart thing to do. Not even a little bit.
“You’re scared?” He released my hand and stuck his own in his pants pocket.
“No.” I lifted my chin. If he tried anything, I’d kick his ass.
From his pocket he pulled out a thin chain. It was long, and looked like it was made of silver. On the end was an hourglass.
“Here,” he said, holding it out for me.
I shrunk away. “I don’t want it.”
He took a deep breath. Obviously I was frustrating him. “This is a time charm.” He placed the small hourglass on the end of the chain between his thumb and first finger and held it up for me to see. The dust inside sparkled like diamonds. “If you hold this in your hand, and think of where you want to be, the time charm will take you there.”
I stepped forward. “So if I wanted to go home, for example, I would just need to think of it, and I’d be there?”
Leo grinned, showing off his dimples. “Almost. You must have the time charm in your possession. Also, it can be a little tricky. If you think of two places at once, you might end up in some random location.”
My eyebrows raised in question. That wouldn’t be good.
“Be specific.” He held the necklace in the palm of his hand. “Try it.”
I took it.
“Let’s try somewhere easy. How about the middle of Abernathy’s cave? I’m going to come with you, so I need to be touching you, okay?”
“Sure.” I licked my lips, nervous.
His warms fingers surrounded my forearm. My heart sped up and I shivered. To cover it up, I cleared my throat. “So, I just think about Abernathy’s cave?”
“Close your eyes.” Leo moved closer to me, so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Now think about the rock walls covered with moss, the dirt floor. The white bones scattered throughout and the bright sky above.” He paused. “Got it?”
I didn’t have to answer. The stench that abruptly filled my nose made it obvious we’d arrived. I opened my eyes.
Leo’s eyes were on me. “You’re brilliant.” He leaned in and I thought for a moment he would kiss me. Instead he took the necklace from my palm and placed the chain a
round my neck. “Will you come with me, Cinderella?”
“Yes.”
Witch Mists
Leo grabbed me around the waist. “Don’t move,” he whispered, his voice intense. He pressed my body against his. I held my breath. Worried about the way my body so easily responded to him. It felt like I was cheating on Gabe, even though the jerk told me he never wanted to see me again. Leo took the hourglass between his thumb and first finger. “Ready?” he asked.
I looked away. “Sure.”
He pulled me closer. My body didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact his body seemed made for mine. At the thought, I put my hands on his chest, trying to put a little space between us. Leo winked.
We began to move and as we did the dust inside the hourglass slowly rose. Like diamond dust, it slowly swirled from the bottom to the top.
If that wasn’t strange enough, as we moved, we entered a misty fog. The air changed and I knew we were no longer in Abernathy’s cave, but somewhere else. It churned around us like it wished to claim us.
Whispers could be heard all around, tiny voices speaking in a language my mind tried to understand but couldn’t. Almost like the wind was speaking.
Dozens of feathery touches brushed against my arms, my neck, and even pulled at my hair. I glanced up at Leo, curious about what was happening. His features were focused. He concentrated on something beyond what I could see.
I turned so my back was against his chest. Leo’s hand held me tightly and his clean-shaven jaw pressed against the side of my head.
“Almost there.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
As we moved the air changed several times. From the clingy stench of Abernathy’s cave to wet mists to a dry heat, so hot it was hard to breathe. The landscape changed as well. Darkness turned to grayish-black mists to fiery lava. When we finally stopped, it’d changed again.
It felt like I’d arrived in Wonderland.
Electric pink and purple flowers grew from vibrant green branches. Poppy orange and lemon yellow blossoms sprung from the ground in droves. Overhead was a bright violet-blue sky. From Leo’s arms I could see two moons with bubblegum pink rings. Birds sang in the branches and insects buzzed in the lush foliage.
“What is this place?” I asked, stepping away from Leo.
“This is Polonias,” he said, coming to stand next to me.
“It’s beautiful.” A delicious breeze licked the back of my neck and my arms. It was the perfect temperature. “How many moons does Polonias have?” I pointed to the two I could see.
“There are six moons total.” Leo’s arm brushed against mine, and I shivered.
“What about those mists we passed through?” I bent and picked one of the orange flowers. Then brought it to my nose. The petals were shaped like pansies and smelled like tangerines.
“These flowers are called tigerpaw.” He plucked the flower from my hand and spun it between his fingers.
The color was that of a tiger’s fur. “Why tigerpaw?”
He turned the flower over and gently touched it against my wrist. “It’s petals leave a paw print. See?” He moved the flower and sure enough it looked like a paw print.
“Cool,” I breathed.
Leo smiled, his eyes studying my features. “May I put it in your hair?”
My lips parted slightly and my heart lurched. I needed to be careful. It was obvious Leo knew how to say what a girl wanted to hear. “Sure,” I finally said.
He stepped close and slid the flower through my hair so that it rested behind my ear. “Beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks.” I rested a hand on his chest. “Now about the mists. What were they?”
Leo’s features darkened. “Those are the Witch Mists. Travelling from Earth to our land requires we go through them. Never do so without me, at least the first few times. Okay?”
“I heard whispering and something like feathers touching me as we passed through them.” Remembering made me shudder.
He gave me a sharp look. “You heard them? Felt them?”
“I-Yes, I think so.” I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was.
Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. “Those are the Fallen: creatures who turned their backs on Polonias, and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travellers in. They are the cause of the Sickness.” He shook his head. “Did you understand them?”
“No,” I answered firmly. No sense telling him it felt like I should’ve understood their language, that it felt like I was close.
“Good.” He nodded like that was the end of it.
The air was fragrant with flowers and I stepped to one of the blooms on a low hanging branch. Near the middle it had burgundy freckles. “These are beautiful,” I said, reaching out to touch one.
Leo stepped beside me, and put a hand on my finger. “Careful, they’re Huggers.”
“Huggers?”
“Watch.” He placed his first finger on one of the petals and it curled around his finger. The other petals lengthened and reached for his finger as well, wrapping around it until it was no longer visible.
I was momentarily scared. “Does it want to eat you?”
Leo chuckled. “No, the petals are drawn to warmth. But they won’t let go until you scratch or tickle it near the stem, like this.” With his other hand, he scratched the bottom of the flower like one would scratch behind a dog’s ears. The flower immediately released Leo’s finger and sighed. “I just thought you’d want to know before you thought it was attacking you.” He smiled, flashing one dimple.
“Yeah, good call.”
“Want to try it? The petals are soft.”
I shook my head. “Maybe later.”
He scratched a few more blooms the way he had the first. Each sighed in delight.
“They like you.” I laughed, thinking he had everything swooning at his touch, not just me.
“Nah, they just liked to be caressed.” He shrugged and started walking through the orange and yellow flowers. At first his steps seemed random, but almost like magic an ebony path appeared.
“How did you…” I began, then stopped. Of course he’d used magic.
Leo turned back and smiled. “Come on. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
Polly
We followed the ebony path for a long time through the forest. It almost seemed alive. The more we walked the deeper into the forest we went until the path barely allowed us room to get through on either side. Tall, skinny trees with furry silver trunks grew tightly on either side of the path. Or maybe they hadn’t grown there, but moved to make room for Leo’s magical path. It seemed possible.
“Where is this person?” I finally asked after more than thirty minutes of non-stop walking. Sure I had on my wedge sandals, the most comfortable heels around. Still. Enough was enough.
“In the Center,” he answered, but didn’t elaborate.
So I kept walking, admiring the vegetation, the colorful flowers, and the random animals and birds we startled.
Probably an hour later I was tired, hungry, and my feet hurt. Leo finally stopped.
“We’re here,” he said.
Here was truly magical. A mountain wall shot straight up so that I couldn’t even see the sky. About midway up tumbled five different waterfalls. The sound should’ve been deafening, but it wasn’t. Instead of a roar, it was like the sound of heavy rain. It slapped against flat rocks and meandered down until they all came together and emptied into a pool of aqua water. Colorful dragonflies flitted around the edges, landing on flowers in lavenders, pinks, bright yellows, and reds. The atmosphere was heady, making me feel relaxed and happy.
To the right of the pool was a gigantic rose. It seemed to bloom from the ground, not a rose bush, and was the size of a full grown golden retriever. Its petal coloring was a mixture of mauve edges, then buttery and cream.
“That.
Is. Incredible,” I said moving toward it.
“That is Polly,” Leo said, almost reverently.
“The flower has a name.” The closer I got, the more glorious the flower became.
“She goes by many names. She is the heart and soul of Polonias.”
I stopped directly in front of the flower. “Well, she’s very beautiful,” I said, confused about why he would bring me all this way to see a flower, even if it was the biggest, most beautiful flower I’d ever seen.
Leo stepped next to me. “She is beautiful. And she needs you. See, she’s dying.” He sounded sad, and I glanced over. His eyes were filled with tears.
My heart melted. It was sweet he cared so much about the end of a flower. But that was how flowers worked. They began as a seed. Grew into a bud. Bloomed. Flourished a while. Then died. Hell, it was how life worked.
I patted his arm. “How can I help? Does she need more water? I’m confused,” I said shaking my head.
“Speak her name, and let her tell you herself.”
At his words, my head snapped toward the flower. “The flower can talk?”
“Yes, Cinderella. Because she’s more than a flower. Say her name.”
“Okay.” I wiped my hands on my jeans. They were sweaty and I was instantly nervous. “Uh, Polly.” I glanced at Leo and he nodded encouragingly. “Polly, would you mind speaking to me?”
The petals shuddered and shifted. Instantly a young woman, my height, with hair the color of cream and blush pink eyes stood before us. In her hair was a small rose, the color of the rose petals, and she wore a dress made of petals.
“Hello, Cinderella. Thank you for coming to see me.”
I tried to speak a few different times, but nothing came out. I’d seen a lot of strange things, but the term flower girl took on a whole new meaning.
“Hi,” I raised my hand in a lame wave.
She smiled, walked over to the edge of the pool, cupped her hand and lifted water to her lips. “Nothing better than drinking water,” she said in a voice that sounded like music from a music box.