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Chapter 1 & Prologue:  http://themirrorofmagicfreeread.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-mirror-of-magic-prologue-and.html

Chapter 2:  http://themirrorofmagicfreeread.blogspot.com/2016/05/chapter-2-mirror-best-part-of-beauty-is.html

Chapter 3:  http://themirrorofmagicfreeread.blogspot.com/2016/05/chapter-3-artifacts-nothing-is.html

Chapter 3: The Artifacts

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!- Audrey Hepburn

It seemed to haunt me with it’s beautiful jewels and precise and delicate carvings that were cast in soft gold leaf. It looked just as stunning as it was in the dream and perhaps even more regal in real life.   

I gasped, “T-T-This is the M-M-Mirror from my D-D-Dream!”

Ella said,”Really? But didn’t you say it was fake? And that you saw it in a magazine? Possibly.”

“I did, I know it was a dream because I woke up in my bed, not on the floor.”

“Perhaps you had really seen it magazine and the museum ordered it as a piece of art.”

“You’re probably right, Leslie, because how can you have a dream of something you never seen before and have the object follow you around?” , I laughed nervously.

“Come on guys, it probably is just a museum piece and they forgot to move it or something, after all, this is a new museum. “, Rose insisted.

“Ok let’s go, this room is starting to give me the creeps.

“Sure scaredy-cat”, joked Ella pushing me lightly.

“Hey.”, I protested and pushed Ella back.

Laughing, I left the room with my friends, leaving the mirror behind me.

For the rest of the day, we toured the museum. Taking group selfies here and there, sketching some of my favorite pieces of art, and eating lunch at Raphael's Tasty Renaissance, a diner inside the museum that served food that was similar to ones people ate in the Renaissance. There was even a little gift shop, Leonardo’s Little Inventions, that sold cheesy souvenirs like mugs that say, I am one of the few people that Visited Green Banks Museum on it’s Grand Opening. Surprisingly, they sold out real fast, by the time we reached the gift shop, there were only 5 mugs left.

“Hey look at this”, Rose shouted. We came scrambling toward her. “Look, it is a compilation of the faerie tale items. On the description, it said that an artist, Marse Fay, from Greek Banks. She had sculpted, carved, or made all of these items. She made the famous Glass Slipper, The Basket of Red Riding Hood, the Book and Feathered bookmark of Mother Goose and the wh-

“ I that a wheel?”, interrupted Ella. “Yes yes it will make sense if you hear the rest of the story,” answered Rose impatiently ” So anyways her house was burned down in a fire and only these items were recovered. The fire killed her and also burned down the rest of the collection, some including the Mirror of the Evil Queen, a lock of Rapunzel's hair, Hansel and Gretel’s bread crumbs, and the Spinning Wheel. Also it said that although the Spinning Wheel was burned up in in the fire, the actual wheel part survived.”

“ Oh so that was what the wheel was.”, Ella said.

Rose continued again, “Yeah these items survived a fire, their like artifacts! They are so prci-”

“Oh I remember this story, it was on the news 8 years ago. I didn’t know anything survived the fire, the reporter said that the house was completely burned down, with nothing but ashes there.”, commented Evie.

“I WISH YOU GUYS WOULD STOP INTERRUPTING ME! I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU ALREADY!”, Rose stomped her foot in frustration.

“ Okay, okay, jeesh, chillax bro. I am sorry and I bet Ella is too, right?”, I look over at Ella, she rolled her eyes and said ” Actually I am not sor -  OWWWW” I stomped on her foot- hard and glared her. “Okay Okay,  what I meant was that I am really sorry, please do continue on.”, said Ella.

“So anyways the description said most of it was donated by Brad Fay, Marse’s son two weeks ago, Brad was outside, washing and polishing those items when the fire started, Brad had ran it the house, trying to save his mother, but she had tripped on the stairs and got engulfed by the flames already. Brad saw that just a few feet in front of the fire was the wheel, it seemed to have broken off of the spinning wheel and landed where Brad brought it to safety. Brad moved to Los Angeles, where his dad lived and stayed there for eight years. But when he had heard that there would be a museum for art in Green Banks, where his mother used to live, Brad felt like it would be wrong to have his mother’s art go unnoticed, so he donated it to the Revolutionary Art Museum. Brad left Green Banks thought, because he couldn't bear the place where his mother died.’

“ Aww that is such a sad story, but interesting on too, Do you think we can investigate where Marse lived and ask around?”, asked Leslie.

“I know her address, but if we will only go if Evie wants to.After all, it is her birthday.” , Rose piped up, looked at me expectantly.

“I don’t mind, let’s go now, after all, the museum is closing at 5:40, which is”, I looked down at my watch, “ About 20 minutes from now, it is about to close anyways, Lets go.”

Walking, almost running to the nearest exit, me and my friends left the museum, We didn’t notice it then, but each of our backpacks grew a little heavier from a weight that suddenly appeared.

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Chapter 2: The Mirror

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express -Francis Bacon

Looking down at the clock, I saw it was only 6:30, plenty of time to get ready before I leave for the art museum's grand opening with my friends. I asked them to go with me instead of buying a present for my birthday. Getting off my bed, I walked over to my desk and sat down. I stretched out my hand to get a pencil. I started to draw the mirror before and after I touched it.

My phone vibrated, indicating that someone had texted me. I put down my pencil and got my phone. When I turned it on, Leslie, my best friend, had texted me. She texted, “Dude when are you coming  to the art museum? We have been waiting for half an hour! Hurry up! We are not getting any younger here!” Looking at the clock, I saw that it was already 8:20. Wow, I must have gotten so focused on my art that I didn’t notice the time!

Quickly, I changed into day clothes and shrugged on my favorite jacket. I tossed my art supplies in my bag, quickly but carefully. Putting on my blue sneakers, I rushed out of my room grabbing my backpack from my desk as I was passing by. I was running down the flight of stairs, trying to beat time. I passed my kitchen on the way out, grabbing a muffin and pushing open the front door.

 But a voice stopped me before I could leave, “Evelyn? Where are you going?”

“Mom, I am going to the art museum's grand opening with my friends. It is for my birthday.”, I complained in reply.

“Is Leslie there? If she is, you are absolutely NOT allowed to go.”, My mom spat Leslie’s name as if it were poison.

“No just Ella and Rose.” , I responded, lying through my teeth.

“Ok, but before you go, here is a birthday present.”

“Thanks Mom!” And with that, I took the present and stuffed it in my bag. Then I ran to the bus station, which was just across the street.

I know what you are thinking, what a bad example I am for little children, lying to my mom like that. I lied for my own good and also for Leslie. My mom would have never let me go to the grand opening if she knew Leslie was going to be there. It was because of my mom’s grudge against Leslie’s family. It happened last year, Leslie’s uncle was drunk at a party with my dad. They were close friends because my dad’s sister married Leslie’s uncle. But on their way home, my dad insisted on driving because he wasn’t drunk, but Leslie’s uncle refused. When he was driving, there was a tragic accident, they all died. My mom was heartbroken and never forgave Leslie’s family. Before that incident, our families were extremely close, but because of this tragedy, , the bonds between our family were broken, well, actually Leslie and I continued on being friends, in secret.

I got on Bus 196 and saw that the museum was the last stop on the bus route. I remembered that I forgot to reply to Leslie’s text. I whipped out my phone and texted “Bro, I am coming, calm down. I am almost there,  about 20 more minutes.”

I remembered that my mom gave me a present on the way out, I tore it open and saw that it was book. The cover was faded, but not torn, it was obviously old yet it was in perfect condition. (Except the cover was faded) I could barely make out the title, but I finally managed to see that the title was, The Original Grimm Tales. I read for the rest of the journey to the museum.

The bus’s driver yelled,”Last stop. Everyone must get out.”, I jumped out of my seat, startled to hear someone speak as I was riding in silence. I closed my book and dismounted the bus. The bright light had blinded me for a moment before I saw that standing just a few paces away was Leslie, Ella, and Rose.

They sprinted to me and yelled, “Happy Birthday Evie!” And hugged me so tight that I nearly suffocated.

“ GUYS. Don’t kill the birthday girl. I just turned 13! I still have life to live!”, I pouted.

“Fine, but come on, the museum is opening in just 15 minutes. You don’t want to miss the grand opening. We already bought your ticket.”, Leslie informed me as we walked toward the museum.

They dragged me over to the Revolutionary Art Museum's main entrance without another word. It’s doors were large and made to look as if it were one of the temples from Ancient Greece. It had tall marble columns that supported the entrance. And in front of the doors was a long ,pink ribbon tied into a large bow at the center.

“I heard all of the paintings were the originals! There is a renaissance section for art which were painted in that time period. They even imported a actual pyramid from Egypt to this museum. I heard they moved a wall with caveman art….”I droned on and on about all that cool art and statues this museum is going to have. After all, it is the first art museum in the whole city of Green Banks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” ,The mayor’s voice stopped me from talking. “The city of Green Banks is a wonderful place, with it’s wonderful rivers and mountains. But our new installment of the Revolutionary Art Museum will be our pride and joy. Many of you made a trip around the world to see this. And now may I present, the Revolutionary Art Museum officially OPEN!”

The secretary cut the ribbon and people started to fight their way into the museum. As usual, I got trampled on the way in because I was so short. I got separated from my friends; I am now hopelessly lost in the flood of people. When I finally got in, my friends were waiting for me with a map.

“You got lost.”, Ella told me.

“Yeah I think I noticed that. I got trampled by people, as usual.”

“Okay let's go in. Where do you want to go first,Evie?”, asked Leslie

“Can we go to the statues and carvings first? Most people will be going to the pyramid and the stone age wall first, so I think we should go to a place with less people.”

“Okay, whatever you say birthday girl.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Okay birthday girl”

I let out a sigh of surrender and followed my group of friends.

“Leslie, Rose, Ella. I need to tell you something, something that is private.”

“Okay Evie, what is it?”, asked Leslie

“ Yesterday, I had a dream that-”

“ I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal. I have a dream that-”

“No Rosie, no. This is not the time to be joking around.”

“Sorry”

“It is fine. But what I wanted to talk to you guys was that a dream I had yesterday, it seemed so real. I think it is one of the prophetic type. So anyways, I dreamed about a mirror.”

“Seriously? I think it was going to be like ‘I saw WW3 happening because of terrorists.’ Or ‘I saw Donald Trump winning the presidential election and America seceded and made a second civil war”

“No No Ella, the dream, it was so real, I could feel and smell. So I was in a very dark room and there was a flashing that broke the darkness. I naturally walked toward it and when I finally saw what it was, I saw that it was a mirror. Beautiful and Regal, it was just so-agh-so so -nevermind. I will just show you my drawing of it. It will never capture the beauty of the real mirror, nothing ever will, but it is close enough to understand.”

And with that being said, I slid off my backpack and took out my sketchbook. I flipped it to the page with my picture of the mirror- before it changed.

“Wow that is really good, but do you really think it was real?”, asked Rose.

“Yes the detail was so accurate and didn’t dream experts say that you can’t see stuff in your dreams that you didn’t see before? But anyways, this beautiful mirror changed into a evil, dark looking one when I touched it. It also had the words, The prophecy has begun. Written in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood.”

I flipped it to my evil mirror drawing. “ I am not quite as finished with this one, but you get the idea.”

“This one looks almost prettier in one sense, but on the other hand, It looks as if I could be impaled in the stomach if I accidently leaned against it.”, said Ella.

“Your drawings are so precise, I wonder if you are better than Michelangelo himself!”,praised Leslie.

Michelangelo is my role model, his paintings are so smooth and lifelike. His statues look almost as if someone got turned into stone by Medusa, with all that detail, his statutes look almost alive.

“Oh, Please don’t compare me to the great Michelangelo. He is way better than me, I still have a lot to learn.” But I secretly did like that compliment.

“Come on, it was probably nothing, my dream may not be even real. I may have just saw the mirror in a magazine and forgot about it. Let's go, I want to see The Thinker, it is on tour and displayed at the statue section.”

The other girls followed me and marked that conversation as a useless, dream that may have been caused by reading so much books. When we arrived, I asked for the directions to The Thinker and thanked the museum employee. It was just down a corridor and to the left was a room which held the thinker in it’s display case. After all, it is the original and it had to be protected at all times.

When we turned the last corner and entered the room, I didn’t see it at first. It was hiding in the shadows of The Thinker and wasn't that noticeable, until you looked next to the pedestal. It stood with all it’s beauty-the carvings, jewels, and frame. It was copied to every last detail , it was clean and polished, it was the mirror

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The Mirror of Magic, Prologue and Chapter 1!!!

Prologue

I used to think that life held no mystery and everything

was boring and well-planned out ; You go to school, graduate, marry, then die. But my experiences over the last few weeks proved me so wrong, the world holds lots of mysteries and unknown magic. Even now, with my connections, I still have no clear idea on how many wonders the world holds, magical or natural. It all began on Sunday, September 14, my birthday…..

Chapter 1: The Dream

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step- Lao Tzu

Blinking my eyes, I awoke on a hard floor I think it was made of limestone. The place was dark, not dark like when you go outside at night kind of dark, but an evil and creepy type. It seemed to be endless. When I got up, I briskly looked around, trying to figure out where in the world I s. Finally, when my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw a faint shimmer against the pitch-black ocean of darkness. Though my eyes had adjusted, the darkness didn’t completely clear as normal darkness does, instead, it cleared the tiniest bit, only allowing me to see fuzzy outlines of my own hand.Strangely enough, when the mirror glowed, the dark mist seemed to lift, almost as if wanted me to see it.

I felt like it was drawing me , it’s energy attracting me. I couldn't stop, but I didn’t want to. The glow pulsed more rapidly every step I took entrancing me more and more. When I finally stood directly in front of it, I saw that it was a long and wide hanging mirror. It was framed by a thick layer of pure gold, it was studded with several precious jewels,diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. Sitting at the top, center was a large swirl of diamonds, sapphires, rubies, moonstones, and every gemstone there was in the world. To outline this beauty, was a fancy platinum boarder. There were pictures carved into it too, at first, I didn’t understand what they were meant to portray, but then like a light bulb, I realized that they were fairy tales. One showed Cinderella and her glass slipper, another with Little Red Riding Hood, they were so detailed and beautiful, it was as is God himself had blessed this mirror.  It was fit for a queen.

I reached out my hand to feel the carvings, but the moment my hand made contact with the mirror, I bright, blinding flash of light seared across the room in seconds. I opened my eyes and propped myself up. I realized, after looking around, that the darkness was gone replaced with daylight and I was sitting in my bed, where I had fallen asleep yesterday. It was all a dream.

Letting myself fall back onto the bed, I let my mind wander, trying to think of anything but the disappointment that the beautiful mirror was all a dream, all made up and never real.

But somehow, that was all I could think of, the carvings, the wonderfully crafted frame, and the jewels.

But the last thing I saw before the blinding light was not the magnificent mirror, but rather a evil-looking mirror in it’s place. With it’s dark purple and black spikes it was the complete opposite mirror from the one that stood there seconds ago. It's beautiful carvings of the fairy tale world were replaced with ones that were equally as detailed and magnificent, but it’s pictures now showed evil enchantresses turning into dragons, and the poisoning of Snow White, terrible scenes of terrible deeds. It’s gold and platinum frame were replaced with a dark, smooth-looking obsidian. And the stunning swirl of gemstones were replaced with a red jasper drenched in blood , it looked like real blood of some unlucky victims. I swear you can hear their screams.

The most disturbing change, was what the mirror’s crystal-clear glass was now fogged up. It also had the words written on the mirror in thick red blood, The Prophecy Has Begun.

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