Black Forest: Kingdoms Fall (Black Forest Trilogy)

by LaShea, Riley

  "It is not funny, you rotten wench!" Esteban yelled, shaking his fist up at her.

  "No," Cinderella responded, wiping tears from her cheeks. "I imagine it is not from your point of view."

  Watching water rise rapidly, Rapunzel could not believe the sight. The entire cabin was awash as water poured in around the door and through the cracks in the walls, turning the dwarves' beds into islands.

  "What are you doing just lying there?" Mo grunted in frustration. "Come help us."

  "Now, do you want us to help or not?" Cinderella chastised, even as she moved toward the ladder after Snow White, and Rapunzel rose to follow them.

  Knee-high at the ladder's bottom, the girls looked to each other, silently deciding the best course of action. Before one could be determined, Cinderella turned to the nearest bed, reaching out with obvious intent, and Esteban ran toward his pillow.

  "I want someone else!" he shrieked, but Cinderella grabbed his shirt front and hauled him from the bed, holding him at arm's length like a smelly piece of clothing.

  Growling, Esteban tried to push her hands away.

  "Oh, you want down?" Cinderella dropped her arms, and Esteban attempted to climb up her as his feet dipped into the water.

  "No, no!" he shouted. "Pull me up! Pull me up!"

  "I thought so," Cinderella smirked. "Now, be nice to Mama." Lifting him out of the deepening pool, she deposited him on the table, and Esteban grumbled a series of replies at her back.

  "Do you care to help?" Cinderella asked with some amusement, turning to Rapunzel and Snow White, and it prompted each to grab a dwarf, moving him from the immediate danger zone. With another trip, the dwarves were lined up next to each other on the table, largely without incident, though Snow White did struggle with Big Papa and Cinderella and Rapunzel had to rush to help her halfway.

  "Now what?" Snow White asked no one in particular, glancing toward the door where water continued to come in at the hinges.

  Wading with some concern to the window, Rapunzel pulled back the shutter, gasping at that which she saw before rushing to the door. Water splashed in at her knees as she opened it, and the dwarves gave a chorus of shouts in response.

  "Calm down," Rapunzel breathed, peering out at the dripping landscape. "It is nearly gone."

  Moving aside so the others could look, a gentle breeze lifted the hair off Rapunzel's neck as she watched Cinderella come closer to see for herself.

  In the night, it seemed, a strange wind had blown into Aulis, bringing with it an early thaw. The temperature turned so warm so quickly, the snow-melt had nowhere to go but outward, filling up any space it could find. Rapunzel had read about such a thing once in a story about a witch's hut and the rat who survived the flood while the evil witch perished.

  "That is..." Snow White's voice faded as she came up behind them, eyes stuck wide as she stared upon the dawn of a sudden spring.

  "Unusual?" Cinderella supplied, and Snow White mutely nodded.

  · · ·

  The following morning, winter was no more, and the displaced water had flowed back out of the dwarves' cabin to sink into the thawing ground. The dwarves, who could easily cross the outrageous snows, had no heart for swimming, so they stayed in, plucking urns and brooms from their spoils and piling them at the girls' feet.

  When Snow White picked up an urn instantly, Cinderella took it from her hands. "We have been trapped in this cabin for days," she said, pressing the urn against Tater's chest. "I am certain you can endure one afternoon without us."

  "Who's gonna clean this water up?" Big Papa questioned.

  "Why, Big Papa," Cinderella replied, running persuasive fingers through his scruffy beard. "You know we have deepest faith in your sweeping skills."

  Then, without another word, she took Rapunzel's hand and gestured Snow White to follow them from the cabin, which Snow White did with some anxiety, Rapunzel noted. Every few minutes, Snow White looked back, as if she expected it to be her last morning with the dwarves.

  Not entirely sure the dwarves would not kick them out for refusing the chore, Rapunzel looked to Cinderella, having full faith in her ability to convince the dwarves to take them back with a single meal and a smile, which, she well knew, had already brought all, with the exception of Esteban, under its spell.

  The ground they walked upon a muddy mess, water dripped from the leaves as if it were raining. On another day, it might have made for a gloomy walk, but as the air grew warmer around them, Rapunzel felt nothing but joy at every drop that touched her cheek or forehead, at the smell of the Earth coming to life, at the freedom of being somewhere other than the dwarves' tiny cabin or her tower. Mostly, though, her joy came from Cinderella's hand in hers, a reminder that, as many new things as she longed to see, there were some things she wanted to remain forever as they were.

  Hand breaking suddenly free, Cinderella rushed ahead, jumping with both feet into a puddle, splashing her lower half, before turning her face up beneath a sodden tree.

  "You have not had enough of water?" Rapunzel softly asked, watching the beads slide down Cinderella's features, drawn toward her as if Cinderella was one of the magic orbs she had read about in her books, fabled to possess the power to pull any mortal to her fate.

  "I have not had enough of this kingdom." Cinderella walked back, arms closing around Rapunzel's waist as she stepped behind her, her lips warm where they brushed Rapunzel's ear. "And you, you have had so little of the world. How do you feel about it?"

  How Rapunzel felt at that very moment was of a private enough nature, she thought it best not to reply in front of Snow White. Instead, she turned into the soft press of Cinderella's lips against her cheek, the fleeting intimacy a reminder of how little time they'd had alone since they left Naxos. Not that she was not grateful for the kindness Snow White and the dwarves had shown them. It was only that, when the secretive touches she shared with Cinderella beneath the blankets in the mornings after Snow White rose or before she retired to the loft at night were not quite enough, she did wish for a single door.

  "I feel pleasantly overwhelmed," she responded, and it encompassed the whole truth. Overwhelmed was the only way for her to describe the state in which she had found herself since the moment Cinderella climbed through her window. Away from the tower, she realized, it was still Cinderella who made her feel that way most. Even when everything else was new, none of it made the impression Cinderella made with the softest of touches.

  Sliding out from behind her, Cinderella clasped Rapunzel's hand, and Rapunzel coiled around her arm, as close as she could get, not as close as she wanted to be. Eyes trailing up Cinderella's face, she watched her eyes shine in the streaks of daylight as she glanced to Snow White.

  "So, what was life in the palace like?" Cinderella questioned. "Could you go like this? Were you allowed to leave at your will?"

  "Never." Snow White shook her head. "When I left, I had to have a guard or one of the huntsmen with me."

  "So, it is just another prison," Cinderella replied duly, and Rapunzel clutched more tightly to her arm.

  "What was it like, though?" Rapunzel picked up the line of questioning when both Cinderella and Snow White seemed suddenly morose. "Was it luxurious? I imagine a palace must burst with luxury."

  "There were many luxuries," Snow White nodded.

  "So, do you hate it at the dwarves'?" Cinderella questioned. "With all that it is without?"

  "No." Snow White shook her head too vehemently, before glancing to them with a more genuine sigh. "I mean, I should not. They did take me in. You hate it, though," she accused Cinderella. "You and Esteban could have your own war."

  "And would if we had the weapons." Cinderella practically swooned at the notion.

  "But they do share a mutual, if grudging, respect," Rapunzel interjected. "They have more shared qualities than either will ever admit." A pout sent her way, Cinderella only proved the point. "Such as a fondness for goading each other, a penchant for terrible quips and, as far as I can tell
, for rule-breaking."

  "The quips are terrible?" Cinderella queried with mock concern, and, meeting her gaze, Rapunzel could think of nothing but kissing her so forcefully, she stole the very smirk from her lips.

  "I thought you hated him," Snow White said.

  "If I hated him," Cinderella replied. "I would have dunked him when I had the chance. Or buried him in a snow drift that first night. Or put him up in a tree to see if he could get himself down."

  Smile widening with each potential means of Esteban-torture, Cinderella broke from Rapunzel again, walking to a large oak tree to rip a piece of peeling bark away.

  "The dwarves have been good to me," Snow White said, and Cinderella's head whirled around. Rapunzel watched a protest form and linger on her lips, before Cinderella decided against voicing it. "It is just not the life I expected," Snow White admitted. "The princes of the demi-kingdoms, the high-merchants' sons, they all asked for my hand, and my father was going to make a decision from amongst them. Whomever he chose, I was to have a very different life."

  Shaking her head, Cinderella turned her attention to the tree, and Snow White did not fail to notice, her expression falling in response.

  "You think that is wrong?" she asked.

  "I think that is how things work in every kingdom," Cinderella returned. "Men do the asking and the answering, no matter the question. You had no say in where you spent your life, and you seem not to mind that at all. I also think the dwarves have only been as kind to you and to us as what we have given them. That does not mean they have not grown on me, but calling it goodness when you are earning your way every day is a false understanding of what is taking place."

  Glancing back to Snow White, Rapunzel watched the response worry at her forehead until she feared Snow White might faint from the pressure of it. "You think I would do better not to marry a prince?" she finally questioned.

  "I think you would do best to marry whomever you choose," Cinderella returned, "but you should be the one to do the choosing."

  "I should not think to make a proper choice," Snow White replied, and Cinderella sighed so heavily, it weighed upon the entire clearing.

  Bark twirling in her hands, she returned to them, concern in her eyes as she looked at Snow White. "Your father chose the woman who ran you from your home, who left you for dead, and you trust his judgment, but you do not trust your own?"

  It was in moments such as this that Rapunzel wondered if her books had taught her anything, for Cinderella seemed to know so much beyond what Rapunzel had ever read.

  "How did you learn to trust yourself?" Snow White questioned.

  "It was different for me," Cinderella replied. "I was the only one I could trust."

  She tried to walk off then, in one of her sudden tempers, the kind that struck out of nowhere and made Cinderella act as if she were alone in the world, though they were right there with her. Snatching her arm, Rapunzel pulled Cinderella back to her, refusing to let her flee.

  Fresh from a life that required constant hauling and running and fighting back, Cinderella's arm was far stronger than Rapunzel's own, and Rapunzel knew she could always break free if she wanted, so when Cinderella at last relaxed into her, she dropped her head to a sturdy shoulder in relief.

  "But you would not trust a prince?" Snow White could not let the question go, and Rapunzel smiled at the realization of just how prince-prone a girl could be.

  "I have met only two," Cinderella returned with a small laugh.

  "But them?" Snow White asked.

  "Them, I disliked," Cinderella said firmly.

  "What was wrong with those princes?" Snow White sounded terribly bothered.

  "He was arrogant," Rapunzel remembered with a tremble, the real Prince Salimen and dream Prince Alluring melding into one in her head.

  "Terribly arrogant," Cinderella agreed. "He believed he was doing me a favor by asking for my hand."

  "He expected me to accept his hand," Rapunzel added.

  "He flaunted false bravery."

  "He acted superior."

  "He pretended to have wisdom."

  "He came in without invitation."

  "He told, instead of asking," Cinderella declared. "And when I refused him, he came after me with an envoy, as happy to make me a wife by force as by choice."

  "He tried to imprison my love," Rapunzel whispered, holding tighter to Cinderella's arm, and felt Cinderella's kiss against her hair.

  "All that," Snow White uttered, face blanching as if her illusion of a perfect prince had just been irreparably shattered.

  "That is only in our experiences," Rapunzel assured her.

  "Yes," Cinderella agreed. "If you should like to marry a prince, I see no reason you should not."

  "They sound a mess," Snow White said.

  "They mustn't all be the same," Cinderella returned.

  "But they come in such short supply," Snow White declared. "There are only the other... No, wait. There were only the four other demi-kingdoms. But now..."

  "Now, who knows?" Cinderella managed to coax a smile from Snow White as they walked through a thicket so dense, they were cast temporarily into darkness.

  Listening to their conversation cross back and forth over her, Rapunzel raised her hand to her forehead, wiping at the perspiration that beaded suddenly above her brow. As they stepped from the cover of the trees, she felt a last water droplet hit her arm before sunlight poured down upon them.

  Blinking against the sudden assault, Rapunzel glanced back, pulling Cinderella to an abrupt stop, but the conversation continued as if neither Cinderella nor Snow White noticed anything amiss.

  "What is that smell?" Cinderella finally asked.

  Rapunzel should have guessed the aroma of sweets on the air would be the first thing to catch Cinderella's attention.

  "It does smell good," Snow White agreed, turning her nose to the air.

  "Uh..." Rapunzel uttered weakly, and both Cinderella and Snow White looked to her. Motioning to the trees through which they had come, damp and dark behind them, she then raised her eyes to the branches hanging dry and healthy above, pleased when she succeeded, for once, at putting surprise into Cinderella's eyes. "I think we are in another kingdom."

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Hansel & Gretel

  The grass was vibrant green, and there was not a single splish-splosh as the girls turned in circles, taking in the sudden changes. Overhead, branches bore tiny leaves, making their first appearances in the world, while, at their feet, buds of flowers pushed up in tufts around the clearing, awaiting bloom. Somewhere out of sight, a mother bird chirped to her babies and the soft peeps of reply made Cinderella smile at their impatience.

  It was true spring, in the land where Cinderella, Rapunzel and Snow White were standing, at least. In the land from which they had come, still within stones-throwing distance, the forest floor remained sodden, giant puddles pooling about, remnants of melted snow falling from leafless branches in a constant drizzle. Between the two lay an invisible, but observable, boundary, butted against the edge of the thicket.

  Trees caught in the middle wore sprigs of green growth and new-form white buds on one side, and jutted empty branches on the other. Blades of grass that curved into the boundary shown green at their roots and brown at their tips. Puddles stopped midway, water frozen in the air, as if a wall of glass held them in place.

  It was that extraordinary feature that drew Cinderella back toward the unseen partition. Unable to contain her curiosity, she knelt at the edge of dry ground and watched droplets fall into the half puddle before her. Tentatively reaching out, her fingertips glided into the wall of water, and she cupped her hand, pulling it back into the dry world and watching the water evaporate until it filled only the front half of her palm.

  "But we simply walked right through it," Rapunzel whispered in astonishment, stepping up beside Cinderella and reaching a hesitant hand back into Aulis to catch a few drops that fell from the trees.

  "It does appear tha
t way," Cinderella returned.

  Realizing she and Rapunzel were alone in their close inspection of the barrier, Cinderella glanced back for Snow White, and found her sitting in the grass behind them in a sprawled manner, as if she had simply fallen back that way. Staring at the intangible boundary, her mouth hung slightly agape, her eyes bouncing unnaturally about their sockets. Slowly rising to her feet, Cinderella nudged Rapunzel and, taking great care not to further impair her, they approached Snow White.

  "Are you all right?" Cinderella waved her hand before Snow White's eyes, worried she might get stuck in one of her strange dazes.

  "This cannot be real," Snow White uttered.

  "I assure you it is as real as you or I," Cinderella declared. "Would you like to see for yourself?"

  At the vehement shake of Snow White's head, Cinderella wondered if Snow White realized she would have to pass back through the barrier to return to her own kingdom.

  "All right then," Cinderella stated. "Let us get you up."

  Together, they hauled Snow White to her feet, where Snow White continued to stare at the wall between worlds without blinking.

  "I do wonder what that smell is," Rapunzel said, moving off in the direction of the aroma that had been upon them since they entered the new kingdom.

  "You mean the sweet smell?" Cinderella questioned. "Did you just now note it?"

  "No. I noted it before." Rapunzel's grin was challenging. "But there were things of greater immediacy, such as the fact that the trees were no longer dripping and the temperature had grown warmer by shades. Which, as I recall, you failed to note."

  "I would have noted it eventually." Cinderella drifted toward Rapunzel, smile quirking her lip as Rapunzel turned to meet her. "But I do find it of particular distraction to have one pressed so unrelentingly against my side. It is a miracle I manage speech at all."

  "Is that right?" Rapunzel breathed, taking a step that brought them lightly into contact, and Cinderella felt Rapunzel's peculiar power over her amplify so that she wondered, as she had many times in the past, if Rapunzel did not have a bit of her mother's sorcery in her.