A/N: This is my first fanfic, do bear in mind. I do not own any of this, it is all the amazing Ridley Pearson's, except for my OC. Enjoy!


"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" asked the Queen.

"I'm sorry, my Queen, but you're not going to like hearing this," replied the mirror.

"WHAT?" the Queen shrieked, her voice trembling with rage.

"I'm very sorry, my Queen, it is no longer you," said the mirror.

"Who could possibly-" the Queen stopped short.

"It is a young girl named Amanda, O Queen," said the Queen.

"How could a little brat…oh. Oh I see," said the Queen her eyes flittering with understanding.

"Yes your majesty," said the mirror.

"Very well then," replied the Queen. "Not the other one too?"

"No, your majesty," said the mirror.

"Humph," snorted the Queen haughtily. "She is easily dealt with."

"But Maleficent-"

"DON'T!" the Queen shrieked yet again, her fierce eyes open wide in rage. The mirror recoiled into his green flames. "You are NEVER to speak of my sister again."

"Yes, your majesty," the mirror replied quietly.

"My plans are in place mirror, this girl will not stop me. A mere obstacle that is quickly removed, and permanently," said the Queen, back to her haughty composure.

"But my Queen, she is going to transform the boy-"

"NO!" yet again the Queen shrieked. "She can't, he won't…"

"I'm afraid so your majesty," the mirror replied.

"That girl will feel my wrath, mark my words mirror, the girl SHALL DIE!" cried the Queen, as shrieks of laughter erupted from her evil lips, eyes wide with malice. She cackled so hard that she scared her raven off, and the mirror disappeared back into his green flames in fright.


Finn Whitman awoke with a start. The sit-bolt-upright-eyes-wide-blinking kind of start. After nearly four months of great sleep Finn was surprised by the sudden nightmare. After he and the other DHIs had solved the Stonecutter's fable, they had no longer crossed over to the Magic Kingdom in their sleep.

For some reason though, Finn was in a sweat and breathing pretty hard for any old nightmare. Finn thought about Amanda, calming down a little. Although Finn had dreams about Amanda over the past four months, they were all relatively normal and in normal places with her. Finn hadn't seen her since that fateful day when he and the DHIs captured Maleficent and Finn freed Amanda's sister Jez, or now Jess, from the evil fairy. He had dreamed about her though, from just memories during his crossing over, to more cryptic dreams of running into her in places he'd never been before.

Finn couldn't seem to shake off the nightmare. How could it have been so vivid? So real? He wished he could talk to Amanda about it, she'd know what to do. Finn could remember the smell of wet pavement and muggy Florida air, the distant smell of popcorn and fireworks lingered. He remembered being shrouded in darkness, as one single light shone upon the limp and lifeless body of a young girl, lying in the street. Finn shuddered, shaking off the haunting image.

He'd thought about Amanda, and her sister Jess, a lot over the past few months. Of course, he realized she couldn't hang around after blowing her cover like that. Then again, Finn still had no idea what she was covering up exactly. Amanda had never explained the apparent gift she and her sister shared. Finn still couldn't grasp the idea of such a normal girl having, well, magic. True, it was magic that fueled the Overtakers, and probably caused Finn's crossing over, but could people just perform magic? Real magic?

Finn quickly got dressed for school and headed downstairs to greet his mother for breakfast. She'd laid out a beautiful spread of pancakes, bacon and eggs.

"Good morning Finn," she said as he entered the room.

"Hey Mom," Finn replied. His mother had seemed to be over the crossing over truth fiasco. Shortly after he stopped crossing over, Finn's mother grew less suspicious. Every once in a while she'd act a little strange around Finn, obviously fretting over her son's previous behavior. Eventually she'd chalked up the story to "being a teenage boy," and let the ruined clothes and supposed sneaking-out go. She couldn't bring herself to believe that Finn would partake in any illegal activity that may have explained the awkward story he told her.

Finn wasn't really sure if his Mom would understand, but now that he and the other DHIs had completed their quest, she'd stopped complaining and he no longer had to explain himself, which he hated to do. She had no need to be suspicious once he went to bed later like a "normal" teen and fixed his grades. Though thankful for no longer having to lie, he still he wondered if she really could have ever begun to believe him.

Upon arriving at school, Finn took a seat in the back of Algebra with his friend Dillard. Explaining his "super-powers" to Dillard had seemed awkward to Finn, even though he had started to lose him as a friend. Fortunately, Dillard never brought the issue up again, and their friendship had rekindled after Amanda's disappearance.

"Hey, what's up?" Dillard whispered as Finn grabbed a seat. The Algebra teacher Mrs. Nieland had the tendency to ignore hushed conversations in the back of the room as she droned on about binomials, often providing Finn and Dillard an opportunity to catch up.

"Not much. I had a really weird dream last night though," Finn said.

"Not…that stuff again…right?" asked Dillard suspiciously.

"No, just a bad nightmare. I can't seem to shake it. It felt so real, it really creeped me out," Finn whispered.

"What was it about?" Dillard asked, clearly pleased.

Finn hesitated. Sure, he was back to being buddies with Dillard, but he never felt comfortable talking about these things with Dillard. Like his mom, Dillard just didn't seem to understand.

"I don't know really," Finn lied. "I just know it freaked me out." There it was again. He felt terrible for lying to his friend, yet again.

"Oh," Dillard replied, disappointed.

Finn thought back on his dream. It felt so real to him. He could still feel the fear, tingling his spine, speeding up his adrenaline. What could it mean? There hadn't been any more trouble in the park. No weird stories, no bad news, no crossing over. He saw it again, that helpless girl, lying lifeless in the dark. Finn struggled to recall what he'd seen. Actually, she'd looked just like…

"Mr. Whitman!"

Finn nearly fell on the floor, sending his math book and papers hurtling in all directions.

"I asked you a question, Mr. Whitman," Mrs. Nieland said, eyeing Finn as he struggled to pick his things up off the floor.

"S-sorry Mrs. Nieland, I must have been daydreaming," Finn stuttered. The class giggled all around him.

"Daydreams are nothing but figments of our imagination, Mr. Whitman, and I suggest you quit daydreaming in my class or I'll be the daydream you have to deal with," said Mrs. Nieland. "And that, Mr. Whitman, one might classify as more of a nightmare."

The bell rang , dismissing students sniggering at Finn's expense as they left the room.

"Tough break dude," Dillard said once he and Finn had left the classroom. "She can be a real witch."

"Reminds me of a lady I know," laughed Finn as he and Dillard headed for their next class.


Please review! This is my first fanfic so lay it on me! This is a work in progress so do please give me some constructive criticism to polish for this first chapter and for new chapters, which are on the way! This is a complete story that I will continue updating, so your questions will be answered! (Eventually, that is.) Thanks for reading!