Chapter Four: Dancing Plum


She jolted awake from her sleep, eyes wide. She could feel the cold, but it was not as harsh as she had remembered from before. Before what? She thought to herself. Her name was 'Plum', she knew that much from the Man in the Moon. As far as she knew she had always been Plum.

She stretched her arms from their frozen position around her knees. Slowly, the girl stood up from the decrepit throne. She felt something strapped to her back. She reached around and found a large scalloped silver spoon. It was ornate, with a few amethysts encrusted in the handle and swirls carved in its surfaces. It felt warm in her hand, and it just felt so right.

Plum could no longer feel the cold that had been lingering on her skin. She smiled and hugged the spoon to her chest. She twirled it around like a baton and laughed. There were white and brown wisps of sand like substance following the spoon wherever it went. The 'sand' went unnoticed by Plum until its effects began to show around the old castle.

The carpets were reforming around her feet and changing themselves to a rich eggplant color with gold swirls. The throne became shining silver, encrusted with the white sand, and the seat and back both were adorned with purple velvet and amethysts.

She bent down and touched some of the white sand and put it to her mouth. It was sugar. Somehow her spoon created magical sugar that was turning this abandoned castle into her castle. A castle of sweets and magic and it was going to be all hers.

Plum went through the castle laughing as she continued to spin and dance with her spoon.

Suddenly she stopped.

In front of her now was a grand and beautiful mirror. What most perplexed her was what she saw in it. Her reflection had glittering white skin and cherry red cheeks. The eyes that stared back were a light copper that shone like freshly polished pots and pans. What astonished her most was her hair. It was like spun gold with streaks of violet and pink that seem to travel with the flickering light of the lanterns. Plum ran her hand through her hair. It was soft as caramel. She brought it to her nose. It smelt like candy apples.

Her clothes though were horrible, she thought to herself. She was clothed in a ragged blue dress and equally ratty grey leggings. Her shoes were scraps of leather.

Plum wrinkled her nose and touched the spoon to her chest and thought of different clothes.

She now was wearing a hooded violet dress made of velvet. It hung just above her knees and was trimmed with gold lace on the bottom and on the short slightly puffy sleeves. Her leggings were now black velvet and her shoes were now knee high charcoal colored boots.

There was gold embroidery on the chest as well of a plum tree.

Plum sighed relieved.

She then continued with her renovations of the castle.


Author's Note: Sorry it tis a short filler. But it describes the appearance of Plum and hints at her personality and that it clearly differs from Addie's. Next chapter will have a little more going on I promise.