Текст книги "Cinderella Dressed in Ashes"

Автор книги: Cameron Jace

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 11 (всего у книги 18 страниц)

23

A Grimm Girl

Shew and Cerené watched as the local’s horses escaped the dark Huntsmen in Furry Tell.

Loki had been walking among the children for a while as if looking for something. He pulled each one by the hair and stared into their eyes the way the other huntsmen did before.

Her eyes were focused on Loki Van Helsing. She’d always known who he really was so Cerené’s remark didn’t surprise her at all. Shew was told that Frederich Van Helsing had been her father’s most trusted physician, and that he’d been present the night she was born. Was Frederich another Dreamhunter who sympathized with vampires? She had no idea what his relation with Abraham or Loki was exactly. She was only sure that Abraham Van Helsing, Loki’s father, was a Dreamhunter who was once banned for loving Loki’s mother, a demon.

“You remember when I was about to tell you a funny story at the Candy House before Baba Yaga showed up? The one about how Furry Tell’s name came to be?” Cerené said.

“What’s that?” Shew said absently.

“Furry Tell is actually another way of saying Fairy Tale,” Cerené explained. “I know it’s crazy but there is a secret language called ‘Anguish’. It’s said that someone created it to communicate with a woman he was prohibited to love. To speak the language you say words that sound alike but have different meanings. I don’t know who invented it but he is said to be from Furry Tell.”

“That sounds like a fun language,” Shew said, mildly interested. Having a chat with Cerené while Loki was about to kill one of the children wasn’t the best thing to do. She was hoping Loki was only looking for the children with ‘winter in their eyes.’ She supposed he should leave the other children be and ride away.

“It’s a fun language,” Cerené said. “For example, you know that rhyme ‘Mary Had a Little Lamp’?”

She nodded. She wished Cerené would stop talking.

“In Anguish language it would be called: “Marry hatter ladle limb,” Cerené giggled.

“What?” Shew said.  She thought she noticed someone she knew amidst the children below, but she wasn’t sure.

“Itch fleas worse widest snore,” Cerené giggled again. “It means: whose fleece was white as snow.”

She ignored Cerené, squinting to see who the children were.

“So the whole rhyme in Anguish Language would be:  Marry hatter ladle limb, Itch fleas worse widest snore. An ever-wear debt Marry win Door limb worse shorter gore,” Cerené couldn’t stop laughing.

“Cerené!” Shew hissed, and raised a silencing finger toward her. It was rather irritating how Cerené had been acting since they’d reached Rainbow’s End. A bit childish, Shew thought.

Cerené shrugged and tried to see what Shew was climbing down the hill for. She had no choice but follow her, trying to be quiet.

Down in the village, Loki came upon another boy he thought was worth sparing.

“Winter in his eyes,” he said as he set him free—Shew could hardly believe this was Loki’s voice; calm and confident without the slightest hint of compassion.

The huntsmen took the boy and ushered him to a carriage that had just arrived. It was the Queen’s pumpkin carriage. The spared boys were going to be transported to the castle.

“Why are the children with ‘winter in their eyes’ going to the castle?” Shew muttered.

“Maybe it’s ‘glinter in their eyes’, not ‘winter’,” Cerené suggested.

“Is that even a word?” Shew sneaked toward one of the horses that had fled Furry Tell. The horse didn’t move, unafraid of her. She had always been good with horses. It was one of the few advantages of  imprisonment in the castle. She was allowed to ride white horses around the castle at night while huntsmen circled her so she would not escape. Angel had been her personal teacher when he was around.

“I don’t know,” Cerené shook her shoulders. “I don’t go to school, you know. I just clean it. Maybe it’s some kind of Anguish Language like I just told you.”

Shew pulled her close behind the horse as it walked slowly near the village.

“I hope Loki’s not collecting children for the Queen to slaughter,” Shew whispered.

“I don’t think so,” Cerené said. “They are sparing both boys and girls. The Queen only swims in the blood of girls. They treat the boys they spare with care. I’d worry about the others who don’t have ‘winter in their eyes.’”

"Please, no!" they saw a boy pleading. He was a bit chubby and he was crying. "My mother and father aren't home. They left town this morning and said they'll be back tomorrow. I’m supposed to take care of my sister. Please don't kill her. I’m supposed to protect her."

"You can't even protect yourself, child," the laughing wind roared and slapped the boy on his chubby cheeks, left and right.

"Who's your sister?" Loki spoke.

"That’s her," the boy said, and pointed at a pigtailed girl.

"Stupid boy," Cerené gritted her teeth. "If you want to protect her, you shouldn't point at her."

Shew omitted a quiet shriek as she had climbed down the hill, suspecting she knew the boy and the girl.

"My sister's name is Gretel," the boy said.

Loki walked over to Gretel and poked her with the tip of his sword in her shoulder, drawing a small trickle of blood out. "Look at me," he said calmly. "Are you Gretel?"

Gretel nodded without raising her head.

Once Shew saw her, she identified her as Fable. She remembered when Fable bravely fought Big Bad in the Schloss. She admired her for that. Loki had told Shew that Fable believed in her every step of the way.

She wasn’t surprised that Axel and Fable were Hansel and Gretel. Loki had told her that Charmwill had hinted to that fact. All the talk about Candy House and food hinted more at it—Shew really hoped Baba Yaga wasn’t their witch mother. That would be awful.

All Shew could think about were the consequences of Loki killing Fable. Would she die in the Waking World if he killed her in the Dreamworld? She thought she would, because if Fable dies around 1812, how could there be a Fable in the present day? The rules that apply to vampires should apply to her, or?

"Get your hands off me," Gretel was saying. "You're the Queen's bastard."

"Shut your mouth," Axel pleaded. “Or he’ll kill you.”

"One day, I’m going to be a witch and I will curse you, Huntsman," she spit in Loki’s face.

Gretel wouldn't die in the Waking World if Loki killed her here because it wasn’t her dream, Shew thought as she walked slowly. Only if someone dies in their own dream, they die in the real world. She wasn't sure she was right about that, though.

"I can't let that happen," Shew muttered. "I have to save this girl."

"You know her? Is she your friend, like me?" Cerené asked.

“Yes,” Shew said, ready to get on the horse.

“Then let me come with you,” Cerené said. “I can help. I’ll fight with my blowpipe.”

Before Shew was able to consider Cerené, one of the huntsmen saw her and Cerené. He stood staring at them, his face hidden under the hood, from afar. Strangely enough, he didn’t tell the others about Cerené and Shew. He walked slowly toward them without saying a word.

“Who is that man?” Cerené said, aiming her blowpipe like a sword. “It’s times like these when I wish I could spit fire, just like a dragon.”

“It’s the man who’s been chasing me,” Shew was about to shriek, “the one who pursued me every where, in the Wall of Thorns and in my room in the castle.”

“What are you talking about?” Cerené said.

“It’s my pursuer, Cerené,” Shew said. “I think it could be your mother.”

“My mother? That’s impossible,” Cerené objected. “You’re mistaken. Why would Bianca hunt you?”

Her stalker was close now. There were no yellow glinting eyes showing from beneath his hood like the others, though. His silence and confidence was alarming.

Shew was going to get on the horse, pull Cerené up with her and then escape. But she unexpectedly realized she wasn’t afraid of the person following her. It was an unexplainable feeling. She was actually curious to know who it was.

Could it be Loki? Could it be that the other Huntsman isn’t Loki?

Fable’s voice, cursing Loki, brought Shew back to her senses. There was no time for curiosities. She had to fight and save Fable from Loki. Shew snarled with her fangs at her hunter.

“The Huntsmen are stronger than you,” the hunter said, now close enough to talk. The mysterious individual turned out to be  a girl. But it wasn’t Bianca because she sounded too young and Cerené didn’t recognize her voice. “The only way to save Fable is tell Cerené to run as far as she can, out of your sight.”

“Who’s Fable?” Cerené said. “And who are you?” she snapped at the girl in the black cloak.

“How will that save Fable?” Shew coped, having no time to ask who the tracker was. If a person, especially a girl, knew Fable wasn’t from this world, she thought she’d trust her. Was it Charmwill Glimmer?

Charmwill is not a girl, Shew! You’re losing it.

“Think about it,” the girl dressed in black said. “Every time Cerené runs away from you, the dream shifts. When she left your room in the castle, the dream shifted to Oddly Tune’s scene. When you upset her and she ran out of the Field of Dreams, the dream shifted and you woke up in your bedroom.”

“What dream?” Cerené questioned.

“I know you’ve been questioning who’s controlling this dream,” the pursuer said. “It’s Cinderella. Cerené, the Phoenix.”

“How do you know my name?” Cerené tiptoed with anger. “Only my mother called me Cinderella? How do you know?”

“If Cerené runs out of your sight now, the dream will shift and Loki won’t kill Fable,” the pursuer said, ignoring Cerené. “Now please tell her to run. She will only listen to you.”

“Run,” Shew told Cerené. It was an impulsive move, but she wanted to save Fable. In truth, and although she knew Fable cherished her, she wasn’t really saving Fable. She was saving Loki from the aftermath of killing Fable in the Dreamworld—that’s if she ever managed to get his Fleece back.

“You believe her?” Cerené said. “She’s a liar—”

“Run!” Shew snarled at her. “Please!”

“I will see you later, right?” Cerené asked.

“Of course, and we’ll make more Art,” Shew tried to be as calm as possible. Fable was already screaming in the back.

Cerené, still clinging to her blowpipe ran as fast as she could.

Shew saw her disappear in the dark, staring at the covert new comer and hoping she was not lying to her.

The cloaked girl was right. She began feeling a bit dizzy, and considered a sign that the dream would shift soon.

But before that happened, Shew asked the girl one last thing, “who are you?”

“My name is Alice,” the girl pulled the hood back. “Alice Wilhelm Carl Grimm. I was sent here by Wilhelm.”

24

A Slash from the Past

“Fable!” Axel screamed and ran toward his sister as she had suddenly collapsed on the floor.

 “What’s wrong with you, sis?” Axel pulled her up into his arms, holding her tightly. Like usual, he tried CPR with her, still convinced he was good at it, but she was breathing, just not responding well. Her eyes turned half-white and then she began shivering.

Axel slapped her on the cheek a couple of times, all the while apologizing for it being too hard. He offered her Sticky Sweet Bones, trying to force them into her mouth, thinking she fainted from lack of eating. For a moment he even blamed himself for eating too much and leaving too little for her to eat.

“How many times have I told you that you were too skinny?” Axel was about to cry. “You never listen to me. What’s wrong, Fable? Answer me.”

Fable, still shivering, was hallucinating and saying something Axel couldn’t understand. All kinds of ideas popped in his head at once. Should he pull his sister out of the Schloss and get her to a hospital? But how could he?  The Black Forest was too far away from the hospital to carry her the whole way, and although Carmen was just outside, she only worked when Loki drove her.

“OK,” Axel inhaled deeply. “I get it. You’re trying to worry me so I will confess to deleting the part in Loki’s Dreamhunter Guide about how to unlock the dream. If you wake up, I promise I will tell you everything,” he pleaded.

Fable was still shivering, mumbling undecipherable worlds.

“Please Fable, please!” Axel said. “All right, I’ll tell you what was written in Loki’s phone. The only way to unlock the dream is to—”

Suddenly, Fable gripped Axel’s arm so hard it whitened around her fingers. She tilted her head toward him and looked at him with white eyes as if possessed by a demon.

"Get your hands off me," she bellowed as if Axel was standing a great distance from her.

“What’s going on, sis?” Axel cried. “What’s happening to you,” he gazed sideways at the purple light, and saw it was throbbing with a bluish tint. “I bet it’s all because you’ve been too close to that stupid light. I told you not to stay close, sis. When will you ever listen to me? When will you ever learn that I love you more than anything?”

Fable’s neck twisted backwards as if someone had pulled her hair. This time, she looked like she needed his help, hanging onto him. The color of her eyes changed to a bluish purple, the color of the Dream Temple’s protective light.

"Get your hands off me," she repeated. She sounded weakened and hurt then she uttered other incoherent words about a little boy, a little girl, and a Huntsman.

“What are you saying, sis? I don’t understand!” Axel held her tighter, unable to understand what was happening. He noticed Fable was bleeding from her shoulder as if some invisible force had punctured it with the tip of a knife.

Finally, she uttered a coherent sentence, but he didn’t know what it meant.  At least the words were understandable, "You're the Queen's bastard!" Fable howled in outrage. “Get out of Furry Tell,” she added in one last breath before her head and arms fell back.

25

The Name of the Necklace

After her encounter with Alice Grimm, Shew thought she’d wake up in her room again, but she didn’t.

She woke up in the World Between Dreams.

She was standing in the middle of the poppy fields as a soft wind circled her with its tender touch. The world was beautiful again, and she longed to stay there forever. She stretched her arms to her sides and let her head fall back, inhaling her surroundings as the sun kissed her softly on the forehead.

It’s going to be alright, Shew. Nothing can go wrong as long as you’re here.

She wondered how the World Between Dreams was so much better than the dreams themselves. There was no hint of darkness, no implication of evil, and not the tiniest scent of malice. This was Shew’s personal and discreet wonderland, a place better than life and death, better than reality, a place of her own imagination—Loki’s imagination.

“You’re not paying attention, Shew.”

In the distance, she saw Loki, dressed in white like an angel, but also spattered with thin, almost invisible, lines of blood. The sun shone directly on his face. Shew couldn’t see it clearly. The light was too glaring, but she’d known him from his voice, from the way he walked, and from his scent. It wasn’t an evil scent this time. It was a weakened one, desperate and confused.

“Loki,” she said. “Why am I here again?”

“I’m trying to tell you something,” Loki’s voice was shattered like shards of glass lost in the air.

“I know,” she took a step forward.

“Don’t come near me,” he urged her. “I might look handsome from afar, not so much if you come closer and see my face.”

“Listen,” Shew stopped, arching her back a little as if her body disobeyed her, wanting to get closer to Loki. “I’ve seen what you have done, the children you killed. I remember you, Loki. I know about the darkness that’s weighing on your shoulders. But guess what, we’re all like that. We all have done bad things.”

“Not like me,” Loki said, his voice colorless, not evil, but dead as if his vocal cords were hollow pipes.

“No, you don’t understand. We’re all like you. You’re just making a big deal of it because you’re a half-angel. Everybody in Sorrow is like you, everybody in the world. None of us is pure goodness,” Shew shrugged. She thought she should be the last one giving him advice. In fact, she sometimes felt as guilty as he did.

“You’re talking too much,” Loki said. “I can’t hold this World Between Dreams for long. I’m bound to Carmilla through the Fleece. Anything I do, she sees. All but this World Between Dreams because it’s a special and private place deep within me,” Loki explained. “So don’t waste time, listen to me.”

She nodded obediently.

“Like I said, you’re not paying attention in this dream,” Loki said. “Did you read the necklace I gave you?”

“I tried, Loki,” she said. “Believe me, I tried, but it’s not making any sense. Why can’t you just say it?”

“Love is not about words, Shew,” Loki said. “If you can’t use your heart, mind and soul then love means nothing. It’s just like when Cerené showed you that her magic needed Heart, Brain, and Soul. If you use these things, you’ll be able to read the pendant on the necklace.”

“I’m trying, Loki,” Shew almost stomped her feet. “But it’s unreadable,” Shew felt a burning in her eyes. She was resisting tearing up. She raised the circle-shaped pendant on the necklace closer to inspect it. “It looks like an engraving, and I tried to read it in every which way.

“That’s because you’re only looking at what’s right in front of your eyes, Shew,” Loki said as his image began to fade. “We always think the truth lies just in front of us.  It’s the same when we judge people by their looks, a building by its façade, and a book by its cover. If we only take the time and flip things around, we’ll see a clearer picture. You’re not looking at it deep enough. It’s much easier that you think.”

“Loki, you sound so…” Shew couldn’t believe this was the boy whose favorite phrase was ‘My name is Loki Blackstar and I’m here to kick your ass.’ So there is something else to the necklace that I’m not seeing? I promise you I’ll find it,” she took it off and placed it in the palm of her hand, still unsure about what he was hinting at.

When she raised her head back to ask him, Loki was gone. The World Between Dreams was ending for the second time, and she hadn’t made good use of it.

As it faded, it crossed her mind to flip the necklace on its back. That’s when she saw the flipside of the puzzle. Another indecipherable engraving:

The world spun around Shew, and she was ready to go back to the Dreamory, wondering if she’d meet Alice Grimm again. She wanted to ask her what the heck was going on.

26

A Way Out

“It’s alright, Shew,” the voice said. “You’re safe now.”

Shew forced herself to see through the blurriness, already recognizing the voice. It was Alice Grimm, the mysterious girl sent by Wilhelm.

“Just breathe in and out, slowly, and your heart rate will ease. You’ve been through a lot in this dream,” Alice said. “You’ll be alright. I promise.”

Alice’s face began taking shape in front of her. She was Cerené’s age, blonde with an ordinary smile and fair skin. She had simple features that made her look almost like every other girl in the Waking World. Alice wasn’t immortal or a fairy tale character. She was only seventeen years old, and she had that Waking World vibe about her. She could tell Alice had not seen much of the old world. If she hadn’t been a descendant of the Grimms, she’d still be thinking Snow White was that giddy girl lost in the forest awaiting Prince Charming’s kiss.

Unlike Shew, Alice hadn’t experienced war or killings. Alice hadn’t been there when TV was first invented—Shew was trapped in the castle but a teenager had stolen a set and brought over to please his girlfriend. Alice hadn’t been there when man landed on the moon, or when they first invented sliced bread—Shew remembered it clearly because it happened in 1912, exactly a hundred years after her doomed sixteenth birthday.

“Where am I?” Shew said, touching the back of her head. “I don’t suppose any other Chosen One faints quite the way I do,” she muttered.

“We’re in Carmilla’s bathhouse,” Alice said. “You’re in the Queen’s bed where she gets her massages by her favorite goblins.”

“And where she slaughters all the innocent girls,” Shew added.

“I didn’t want to bring it up,” Alice said. “Don’t worry. No one is using the bathhouse at the moment. We’re alone, but we have to move fast.”

“So this is how this dream works, whenever Cerené leaves me, I get transported to another time?”

“Yes, because Loki used the Phoenix Incubator. It’s practically Cerené’s dream, seen through your eyes,” Alice said, “a neat and devious trick on Carmilla’s part.”

“So Cerené was really my childhood friend?” Shew asked.

“Very true,” Alice nodded.

“Then why don’t I remember her?” Shew said.

Alice hesitated for a moment, “because Cerené is one of the Lost Seven you split your heart with.”

“I already figured that out,” Shew sat up, stretching her neck against the pain. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

“Charmwill Glimmer,” Alice said then pursed her lips.

“What about Charmwill?” She wondered.

“He helped you forget the identities and stories of the Lost Seven,” Alice explained. “He used one of his Oblivion Spells on you when you were sixteen.”

“Why did he do that?”

“It was with your permission,” Alice sighed and leaned closer to her, “to protect them from the Queen of Sorrow. Charmwill was worried Carmilla would easily pressure you as a mother, or even read your mind. The only way for her not to know, was if you didn’t know.”

“Then why did I re-remember Cerené in this dream? Shouldn’t she be wiped out of my memories?” Shew said.

“Good point,” Alice explained, sounding as if she was in a hurry. “In fact, you should have met some of the Lost Seven in this memory, but you couldn’t remember them because they were wiped out of your memory. In Cerené’s case, Loki, with Carmilla as guide, used the Power of Names on you to bring back Cerené’s memory. He used the name…”

“The Phoenix, I get it now,” Shew said.

“Exactly. That’s why Charmwill’s spell broke, and you’re remembering everything that happened between you and Cerené in the past.”

“Does this explain why I am not capable of seeing the moon or mermaid who gave Cerené the Mermaid Milk?” Shew wondered. “Are they one of the Lost Seven, maybe?”

“Could be,” Alice said. “I don’t know who the Lost Seven are. I only know Cerené is one,” Alice said.

“Which brings us to you, Alice,” Shew eyed her. “I really have to ask how you know all of this.”

“I told you I’m Alice Grimm, a descendant of the Grimms,” Alice sounded impatient about it.   Shew had a sneaking suspicion Alice wasn’t telling her everything she knew. “Wilhelm Grimm sent me to help you,” she said.

“Why Wilhelm? I noticed you never mention Jacob, Aren’t you a descendant of him, too?” Shew questioned.

“I am,” Alice said, “but Jacob is on the Queen’s side. Wilhelm is on ours. It’s a very old war between the two, but we really don’t have the time to talk about it.”

Shew didn’t care about the ticking clock in Alice’s head. As far as Shew knew, she had no reason to hurry. Shew intended to ask Alice a lot of questions, but then she noticed something that got her angry and instantly she wanted to choke Alice.

Alice was wearing the necklace Loki had given her; the pendant was dangling down her chest.

“What is Loki’s necklace doing around your neck?” Shew did her best not to draw her fangs.

Sensing the anger on Shew’s face, Alice retreated against the wall. She didn’t look like she intended to give it back though, “I’m not your enemy, Shew,” Alice said. “Calm down. I’m here to help you, and you’re not making this easy.”

“I don’t care who you are. Give me the necklace!” Shew demanded. “Why do you even have it?”

“I was trying to read it for you. It’s one of the things Wilhelm sent me to do,” Alice said. “I will give it back to you if you listen to what I have to say.”

“I’m not listening to any of your crap!” Shew was astonished at her own reaction. Loki’s necklace meant a lot to her and this dream.

“Please trust me. I know why Loki was so vague in the World Between Dreams.”

“You what?” Shew’s anger eased, just a little, out of curiosity. “How do you know about the World Between Dreams? He said it’s a private place.”

“It is a private place,” Alice said, and leaned a bit forward. Shew had underestimated her, thinking she was just an ordinary girl from the Waking World. “I only guessed he met you there because of the necklace. Wilhelm  taught me that such a place exists deep in our minds. The World in Between Dreams is a personal place in Loki’s psyche. Very few people have access to it. They have to be people he loves dearly. There are usually only three to five people in each one’s life who can enter. And here is the good news about the World Between Dreams; Carmilla can’t see it,” Alice explained.

“He told me the same thing, but I don’t understand why it’s so important that Carmilla can’t see the World Between Dreams,” Shew’s anger had flown out the window.

“It’s because Carmilla can see everything else going on in this dream.” Alice said.

“Everything?” Shew’s brows furrowed. She was  looking around, feeling as if she were trapped inside a snow globe in a witch’s hand.

“Every bit of it, through Loki’s Fleece,” Alice said slowly. “It’s like she’s looking through a crystal ball. All except the World Between Dreams. Thank God that the only way she can interfere in this world is through Loki.”

Shew sat on the edge of the window, trying to analyze every crazy detail she’d learned so far.

“But there is a catch about the World Between Dreams,” Alice said. “Whenever Loki’s inner soul reaches for you through this world, he can’t do it for long because she’ll notice his disappearance from her crystal ball. She has her own way to bring him back if he disappears, and torture him every time his soul longs for you.”

“Then why doesn’t he use the damn World in Between Dreams to freakin’ tell me what he wants to tell me?” Shew asked.

“Don’t you get it? Sometimes lovers prefer if their partners read their minds or pick up on the hints they send them, without having to be told” Alice’s eyes showed compassion when she said it, as if she wished someone  loved her the way  Loki loved Shew. “What’s the point of a relationship if two people have to explain everything to each other?”

“But I can’t read the damn necklace,” Shew’s face tensed and she did her best not to cry. It only took her a moment before she gathered her strength and stared back at Alice. She stood up again and gained her composure. She was stronger than she thought. “All right, I want my necklace back after I listen to you. So please tell me something useful,” she demanded.

“I will tell you something useful. It’s the one thing I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but you doubted me and kept asking too many questions,” Alice said, raising her eyes to meet Shew’s. “I will tell you how to wake up from this dream.”

“Finally,” Shew sighed with relief. “I’ve been trying to wake up from this dream since forever. Why has it been so long? I keep telling myself Axel and Fable should’ve broken the mirrors in the Dream Temple and disconnected the Dreamworld, but I don’t understand why this hasn’t happened yet.”

“It’s because they can’t,” Alice explained. “This dream is locked with a spell. Neither the dreamer nor the Dreamhunter controls this dream. Still, I can tell you how to wake up from it.”

“Come on, tell me,” Shew urged her. “I really wonder why you haven’t told me until now, since you’ve been following me for a while now.”

“Had I told you earlier, you wouldn’t have remembered Cerené or understood important information about your own life. And you wouldn’t have listened to me,” Alice said. “The only way to break free of this dream is going to be a hard decision for you.”

“OK? Can you just spit it out? She demanded. “In plain English please, and without riddles, how can I wake up from this dream?”

Alice shrugged, and her penetrating stare softened. What she was going to tell Shew was going to shatter her to pieces.