*I do not own any of the original characters of the 10th Kingdom Series. All other characters featured in this story are of my own creation and not based on any person, living or dead*
First Kingdom, 12 years after the death of the evil queen.
"Ashton?" The voice whispered to the young boy. "Ashton, wake up." It came again. The young boy slowly woke, his emerald green eyes adjusting to the dark as he saw the shadowed in the full length mirror. "Come with me, Ash, and we will have a grand adventure." It promised.
"Who are you?" Ashton asked sleepily.
"A friend," the shadow, a woman, said simply holding her hand towards him, almost as if she was reaching through from another dimension. "You can trust me; I'm a friend of Cinderella's."
Trying to remember the stories his parents had told him of Cinderella he tilted his head, his pale red hair – several shades lighter than that of his grandmother's - flying gently from the magic emanating from the mirror across from his bed. "Are you her fairy godmother?" He asked.
"Perhaps," The woman replied coyly. "Will you come willingly?"
"If you are truly her fairy godmother, what were her shoes made of?" He challenged her.
"Everyone knows her shoes were made of glass." The woman replied.
"In this, you are wrong." The boy told her, "The shoes were made of gold; she didn't even have a fairy godmother."
This angered the woman who leaped from the mirror grabbing the boy and pulling him through the mirror as he screamed for help. By the time the guard of the castle arrived, the boy was gone and the mirror had gone dim again. His mother, father and grandmother ran in to find the boy missing. "Who would do this?" the boy's mother asked, "Who would take my son?"
"I don't know dear," her husband tried to soothe her before stating resolutely, "But we will find him. One day he will return to us."
"I can't believe she would stoop so low." The old queen murmured, "I knew she was learning magic, but I never thought she would go this far."
"Whatever are you talking about mother?" The woman asked.
"Drusilla." The matron stated simply, "I'm sorry my dear Amber, but it seems my step-sister has taken your son.
