Another short chapter but, don't worry the next one will make up for it... I think...
The Queen's Castle stood tall on a cliff over a bay. The castle was silent. The white marble seemed dim. The group had ventured into the castle, entering the Throne Room. Red curtains hug all about. And far from the group, sat the Evil Queen Grimhilde on her elaborate throne. She wore her crown, and purple dress, with white lining that had block spots. To an average person she was beyond beautiful, the only thing that diminished her beauty was her scowl. But, as we all know, her beauty is only skin deep.
She stared sternly at them. "What brings you to my castle?" The Queen asked in a no nonsense voice.
Walt spoke first. "Grimhilde, we need to borrow the Magic Mirror."
The Queen gave a curious look. "And why would you need to borrow my mirror?"
Mickey answered, "You may not remember this but,..." Mickey went on to tell her about Maleficent's curse.
"So, Maleficent was the one who sent me to that awful place!" Grimhilde yelled in fury. "Go ahead and take the Mirror!" She waved her right hand at them. "But, when you restore enough time that Maleficent returns." She stopped, then gave a glare that any normal person would instantly run from. "Tell her that the rest of the villains would like a word with her."
The group quickly ran to the room that housed the Magic Mirror, before the Queen could change her mind. As they entered, they saw the reflective surface of the Mirror.
Walt stepped forward, sternly repeating the magic words to summon the Spirit of the Mirror. "Slave of the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness, I summon thee! Speak! Let me see thy face."
Fire rose up from inside the mirror. As the fire settled, smoke slowly creeped up. And a theatrical mask appeared. "What wouldst thou know?"
Walt smiled. "We're not here to ask a question. We're here, because-"
The Mirror interrupted Walt. "You need me to reverse Maleficent's spell and restore time equivalent to five years."
Mickey laughed. "Yeah. So, are you ready to be moved?"
The Magic Mirror looked to Mickey and gave a slight smile. "Just be careful. I do not want to be chipped."
Goofy and Donald stepped forward, planning to take the Mirror down.
The Mirror instantly panicked and shouted "NO!" He quickly regained his composure. "Ahem... No, not you two. Walt, and Mickey, if you please. Use your magic to lift me."
Donald grumpily gave a hmph, as Mickey and Walt cast a spell to lift the Mirror off the wall and floated him along. They quickly left the castle, afraid the Queen might have changed her mind.
Well, it's not often you hear a magic mirror scream with fright. But, if I was a priceless, antique, fragile mirror, I wouldn't trust Donald and Goofy to carry me either, given their track record... But, I wonder what the Queen's thinking...