Chapter 10

An Attempted Escape

As it grew close to dawn, there was still no sign of Jeremy, so Clair decided to sneak out of her room to see what was in the kitchen. Opening the cupboards and the drawers, but could find nothing. Apparently, she would have to do with no food when she left. I guess that now is as good a time as any. He hasn't been here since he left, which was to be hours ago! I just hope that he doesn't plan on returning any time soon. So she crept to the door and was about to pull it open when it did on its own. Shocked, Clair stepped back to see why. "And where do you think you are going?"

"Um, I was looking for a restroom. You weren't back yet, so I thought that I would just go look for one." she replied stepping back away from the door, thankful that she didn't have anything in her hands.

"Right. Did you think to look down the hall next to the porch door? We may be in the mountains in the woods, but we still have indoor toilets, no matter how new they are. Well, if you have to go so bad, then go!"

"Oh, right. Excuse me." she said as she rushed to the back of the cabin. Shutting the door, she lit a candle so that she could see. (a/n: running water was the only modern convenience in the middle ages, though only to flush toilets and to get water into a castle or manor, (only people who had enough money to pay for it had running water, meaning nobles) but not until the high middle ages, which is when this story takes place) Clair figured that he was probably listening to make sure that she was doing what she said she had to do, so she went.

"Feel better now Clair?" Jeremy smirked at her from the table in the crude kitchen.

"Please do not call me that." Clair said, trying hard to keep the resentment out of her voice.

"Oh, but you let that phony Lord Nicholas call you that! Don't you like having people act normal around you? I believe that is what you tell people, or am I mistaken?"

Glaring at him, she made her way back to her without eating what he had brought back. Once in her room, Clair closed the door and surveyed it for what seemed like the hundredth time since being there. There was a bed right in front of her with a small night stand to the right of it with a wash basin on top of it. There was a small wardrobe on the wall to her right, and opposite it was a window with a bench underneath it that he had found in the 'living room'. Walking over to it, she sat down on the bench and looked out the window up at the night ski.

Since it was an old cabin, there were no glass pains, for they were very expensive, but she didn't mind because there was a nice cool autumn breeze brushing back her still half done-up hair. I miss my father so much! I know that he is thinking that I should be home by now, or that there is still another thing in which he must do to get me back. I wonder what he is doing right at this moment? What about Nicholas? He must be so worried! I can't believe that I let him get to me, I mean, what was I thinking? He doesn't care about me, so why should I care about him? That kiss did mean nothing. So then why was my heart racing so, and why was I out of breath? I just wish that I could go home! Making herself even more depressed, Clair started to weep, but muffled the sounds in her sleeves. However, she did miss a tear, which fell from her cheek onto one of the rose petals from the rose bush under her window sill. Sparkling, the tear fell to the center of the rose, and started to grow, but Clair never noticed.

Walking over to the wardrobe, she looked to see if there were any clothes she could put on because she was still in her ball gown, which was now quite dirty from her ride and trek through the forest. But to her dismay, there was nothing, so she flopped down on her bed and fell asleep.

Waking with a start, Clair stared around her room for she could have sworn that there was a reason that she had waken. Seeing nothing, she lay back down, but all of a sudden, there was a brilliant flask of bright bluish white light. Sitting up straight, she stared out the window to see that the sun was rising over the mountain tops, but that was not what had caught her eye. Looking in the corner of the room, she saw a figure in that bright light that she had seen. Gasping with shock, Clair rose to her feet rapidly and got as far from the figure as she could in her small room.

"Don't be afraid child! I am here to help you!" it said. With the light dieing down, Clair could see that is was a woman with long white hair, though she still looked quite young.

"W-who are you?" she asked with a feeble voice. "H-how did you get in here without Jeremy seeing you? Wait, you are real, are you not?"

"Of course I am real! As real as that tear you shed! Now, who am I? Why, I'm your fairy Godmother of course!" the woman answered her.

"My what? I never knew that I had a fairy godmother! Why was I not told?" Clair demanded.

"Because nobody knew about me. All young ladies have fairy godmothers, but we can only come to you in your times of most need. For you, this would be now."

"But how did you get here?"

"Have you never heard the stories of those who have seen their fairy godmothers? What about you mother or grandmother? Have they never told you?" she asked Clair who just shook her head. "Oh dear, then I have some explaining to do. Let's see, where to begin...

"Well, to start off, all fairy godmothers have magical powers. Now don't interrupt me child, or I may never finish! Now where was I? Oh yes, with our powers, we are able to do things that no one ever dreamed possible. Being able to do so enables us to help humans, such as yourself! But there are rules that we must follow. The most important of which, is that we can only interfere with the lives of our mortal charges only when they are in dyer need of help, or in mortal danger. Though once we have made ourselves known, we are aloud to give advice to our charges, and to help guide them. How do we do this? Here, take this. It may look like just a simple crystal figure, but if you look closely, you can see that it looks exactly like me!

"In order to work it, all you have to do is shed a tear, and it, I, will 'come to life' and so then we can talk to each other! Quite ingenious if you ask me. Now, how do you summon a fairy? All you have to do is cry on a flower, which you have done when you shed that tear on the rose outside of your window. Okay, I think that that is enough talk for now. Time for business now."

Walking around the tiny room, the woman stopped to stair at the wardrobe. "I think that I shall get you some other clothes that that dress. It is a fine dress, don't mistake me, but it is not appropriate for this."

"Um, miss fairy godmother? What do I call you? I mean, do you have a name?" Clair tentatively asked her.

"Oh dear me, it seems that I have completely forgotten my manners! Please for give me Princess Clair. My name is Kallie. Now here, try this on, it should fit." Kallie said, holding out a fine woolen green dress, which of course, fit Clair perfectly. "Now to figure out a way out of here. Hmm. Maybe, no, to obvious. Or we could, no, to risky. Or I, no, I'm not allowed. Well shoot! This will take a little longer than I thought. Ah ha! Here is what you are going to do." Coming over to Clair, Kallie started to whisper in her ear what she was to do.