A.N.

Hi all. I just wanted to answer a few questions before I get started with the story. Fist of all, I apologize for the typo, in the first chapter it says Victoria then Virginia, I meant Virginia both times (the typo has been corrected). Then, I was asked several times about the movie, apparently some don't know about it, I checked it out at my local movie rental store; it's called The 10th Kingdom (OMG! I was soooo not expecting that sarcasm). I was also told that the movie and the TV show are the same, which is good since I don't want to confudle (confuse) anyone. Next up on the list, when I say the guardians of the mirrors are waiting for someone to use them for good, I don't mean for the one female guard. Yes she does guard and purify them, but she is not the one who is supposed to be found with the power to use the mirrors for good, it might seem confusing at first and I am sorry for that, but what I am saying is that Sorcha is not the one the mirrors guards are waiting for, she is guarding them until the person they are waiting for is found. And my last answer is to a question from a single reviewer. The rulers and the kingdoms are stated as they were at the time Snow White was poisoned, now (at the time Sorcha' is guarding the mirrors) the decedents of the rulers posted are ruling in their place. Though, (according to the movie) Cinderella is still living at the time Sorcha is guarding the mirrors, she would be 200 years old since it has been near 179 years since the day she became Queen (please don't ask how I know this, lets just say I am well informed about these things). Well, that's all the answers to all your questions; I hope they helped you at least a little bit. Now, here's the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy it.

Ta-ta

I curl up in a ball, pulling the covers even closer around me, willing myself to ignore the flashes of bright lights from the lightning storm outside. That's the one thing I fear most, lightning. I know its odd, but I guess that's just how it is. There is another flash and I twinge, clutching my bow and arrows that are always by my side for protection. Lightning brings evil, but I guess that's not really something I need to worry much about. You see, ever since the moment I was born under the eclipse moon I have been given the power to purification. First it was only small things, the ability to make upset people happy, but then as I got older it grew stronger. Purifying poison, eventually it was the amazing ability to destroy evil, steeling its power and purifying its soul.

The day I turned 18 Prince Bran, the great great grandchild of Queen Snow White of the fourth kingdom came to my mother Calliope, queen of the fifth kingdom. He requested for me to become e the main guardess of the 15 magical mirrors once owned by the evil queen who poisoned Snow White with the apple. Apparently people had been waiting for many years for one like me, one with the power to weaken evil such as that in the mirrors. I was to guard them until a prophesy made by a fourth kingdom Gypsy was fulfilled. Supposedly someone is supposed to come to the nine kingdoms through the single traveling mirror holding the portal to the mythical tenth kingdom. That one is supposed to be the one who would save all the ten kingdoms from evil using the power of the mirrors. You see, not every person can get the mirrors to follow their command. Only the few who the mirrors choose, thinking they must have an evil soul, but this someone is supposed to be half and half, come from one evil family, one good. This one is supposed to be able to trick the mirrors and then use them for good, silly superstition if you ask me, but I follow along with it anyways. Thus I have the job of watching over the mirrors until it is time for the magical being comes.

Now I am 19, having my castle in the very center of the Briar Rose Forest, left over from the great battle over the life of our great ancient Queen Aurora. My castle is surrounded by dozens of men guarding not the mirrors but myself, as I in fact guard the mirrors. Unnecessary dribble if you ask me. I sleep in the largest room in the tallest tower where my bed is surrounded by all 15 of the mirrors, not very homely I will admit, but it is necessary for the mirrors to be nearby me at all times.

I realize, all my contemplating of the past has covered the storm and now all I hear is the tip-tap of rain against my one window. I finally relax and loosen my grip on my bow and arrows, my single set of weapons. I close my eyes and slowly begin to feel the evil aura of the mirrors around me, seeing the purple glow of evil behind my eyelids. One can only identify pure evil if one can see it in pure darkness. With ease I allow the white light of my aura engulf the purple until all I can see through my eyelids is darkness.

At last…. I sleep.

In the morning I wake to the smell of wet grass and the sound of an Indigo Bunting chirping at my window. I sit up in my bed and look around me at all the mirrors circling my bed, remembering, as I do every morning, the words the evil queen of the fourth kingdom spoke to her successor all those 70 years ago;

Mirrors to Travel

Mirrors to Spy

Mirrors to Remember

Mirrors to Forget

Mirrors to Rule the World

As usual I feel a wave of nostalgia passes over me and I shake me head, getting out of bed and walking to the only window in my room, barely larger than my head. It's not much of a view, just miles and miles of giant briar rose bushes. You see, at this moment I stand in the very room where Princess Aurora pricked her finger on a spinning wheel and was laid to rest for 100 years. When the evil Sorceress surrounded the house with giant briar rose bushes to prevent the prince from reaching his beloved princess, he was able to chop only enough for an entry using a magic sword, but the sword was lost and the plants them selves refuse to be chopped down. None have found a way to do so. Thus a new castle was built for the new queen and her king, far away into the fifth kingdom, and this castle was laid to ruins until the day I was set up here with the mirrors. So, I am surrounded and with only one way to escape, if you wish to think of it that way, which I do. For I long to escape to confines my gift/curse has given me.

I am still gazing out the window when a rough knock sounds from my door.

"My Lady", the muffled voice of my main servant protrudes from the door

"Your sister the Queen is here!"

For a moment I am frozen in shock, for Lilia never comes to visit, but soon I regain my composition.

"Tell her to come up, I will be waiting. And bring some tea for her highness."

"Yes, My Lady"

I hear her hurried steps as she rushes down the stairs. I walk calmly to my wardrobe, knowing my sister will take her time relinquishing in the bushel of servants as they bow down to her.

Grabbing a simple blue silk dress, I slip it on and walk over to the one mirror I know will show the truth as I look into it. Most of the reflections you see in most of these mirrors are anything but truth. I look at myself and begin to brush my long strawberry blond hair and consider myself ready for my sister to parade in, expecting me to bow at her feet as everyone else does. But I am her sister, no, more than that, I am her twin. Yes, we were born the same day, we look the same, sound the same, act as complete opposites. I do my best never to bow down to her. I was the one who received this gift/curse, not her.

The door opens and a servant rushes in, placing the tray of tea she carries on the single set of furniture I have in my room besides my bed and wardrobe. An old rickety table and two chairs.

I am not much for adornments.

And then my sister rushes in with a flurry of fairy made pink cloth. As I expected, had she been wearing the same dress as I you would not be able to tell us apart except for our single bodily difference. Our eyes. Hers are a pure blue, mine, a misty silver/gray.

"Sorcha Darling!" she exclaims, rushing over to me as if she were my mother.

"Lilia." I say calmly. She looks at me expectantly and I take a deep breath, deciding just this once, I'll do as she wishes.

I make a deep curtsy

"Your Majesty"

"Oh not need for such formality, darling" She exclaims, even though her face is glowing with a triumphant joy.

If you haven't already guessed, I loath my sister.

"Would you like some tea, sister?" I ask pleasantly, ever the best hostess I can be.

"Very much so, Darling"

Oh how I hate that she calls me darling with every stupid sentence of hers.

I poor her a cup of rose tea.

"I will not dodge the sentence sister" I say

"Why are you here?"

A.N. I hope you all liked it. Now, like I said for the first chapter. See that little button there, it says Submite Review, click there, yes, thats a good reader, go on, don't be shy, just click, click...click...click. Good reader