Goddess of Magic
Kingdom of Fairytales: Snow White book 4
Laura Greenwood J A Armitage
Contents
1. 28th October
2. 29th October
3. 30th October
4. 31st October
5. 1st November
6. 2nd November
7. 3rd November
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28th October
I tried to restrain the hopeful feeling that came over me when I realized I was again having the dream about the people with eyes like mine. Each previous time I’d had it, I had learned more about Mother’s curse and the problems in the other kingdoms. I hoped that tonight I’d learn enough to have a clue as to what to do next.
I'd take any information I could get right now. I had to. Topher would help me work out what it meant in the morning.
The torches flickered in the corridor, making the shadows dance. But I didn't pay them any attention. They weren't going to do me any harm. Instead, I rushed down the corridor, eager to get to the room.
I pushed through the door and stepped inside. It was emptier than before, with only a few of the people I'd come to recognize inside. Two of them were leaning over a map, moving small markers up and down. I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. How was this supposed to help me? They weren't talking about me, the curse, or Enchantia.
Gaia walked in, a newspaper in her hand. "Have you seen this?" she asked, dropping it onto the table with the map.
"Not yet. What is it?" Azia responded, looking up.
"Just read," Gaia said, pushing the paper closer to the other girl.
Intrigued, I leaned over to get a look at whatever it was that had Gaia all worked up. I scanned the paper, reading the front page three times to make sure I was understanding it correctly.
The paper was dated the thirty-first of October. That was still four days away. Shouldn't they be dismissing it as complete rubbish just based on that alone?
Azia picked up the paper and unfolded it. "What page?"
"Three," Gaia said.
She flicked through it and scanned the article in question. Unfortunately for me, Azia wasn't holding it in a way that enabled me to read it.
Neither of them seemed confused by the fact it was from the future, though. Had they got an advance copy?
No. That wasn't possible. The people behind the paper wouldn't be printing it that far in advance. It would be far too out of date by the time the thirty-first came around.
Which must mean that this was the thirty-first or later. At a stretch, it was the thirtieth.
I was seeing the future. Not only in the visions I’d had, but in my dreams also. Everything I’d seen had come true.
Now that I knew what was happening, only one question remained. Could I do it on purpose?
Before I could spend much energy thinking about it, the blackness seeped in, and sleep took me once more. But that was all right. I could give it more thought in the morning.
Sunlight woke me from sleep. I hummed and stretched, not opening my eyes. Once I did, all the normal worries of the day would slip back in, and I wasn't ready for that to happen.
Memories of my dream from the night before began to slip back in.
My eyes snapped open.
The future.
That wasn't something I could ignore. I supposed the real question was, could I see into the future at will? Or was that thought nothing more an unconscious effort to make sense of the dreams I'd been having? Both theories made sense, but I didn't know which was the truth. When I could make magic fly out of the end of my wand, and do all manner of strange things, seeing the future didn't seem all that far-fetched.
But perhaps I should try to find someone to talk to about it before trying it out by myself. That was the most sensible course of action, even if I didn't know who to trust with it.
Topher's face drifted through my mind. I was almost certain he'd know about this kind of thing. And if he didn't, he would know where to look to find the answers. He was good at that, and I was grateful for it. I wasn't sure what I'd do without him and the support he gave me. It made me feel different from how my parents' support did. Though, I couldn't put a finger on why. No doubt, the explanation was a simple one. It always seemed to be.
He was the most logical person to turn to, especially when I didn't want to worry Father with something like this. He probably didn't have the experience to answer any of my questions anyway. And even if he did, his attention was already taken up by everything that was going on with Mother.
My excitement waned a little at the memory of her unconscious form. I pushed away the guilt. If Mother could talk to me, I knew she'd tell me that I had
