10th Princess

Chapter 2: Hi My name is Klutz.

Green eyes stared at the reflection in the mirror. The girl in the mirror stood at about 5'4". She had somewhat pale skin, with a slight pink tint to them. She was about average weight, perfect for a girl her age. Her black hair was combed back, and went just passed her mid back. She wore a green tank top, black pants and a pair of green flip flops. She smiled at herself in the mirror.

"Priestly!" A voice called out. A lady, angry sounding. The girl sighed and mumbled something about ruining her day as she opened the door.

"Yes mother!" Priestly, the girl, closed the door behind her and walked down the hallway into the living room, then into the kitchen. Her mother stood there holding a plate of French toast, covered in syrup.

"Priestly, this food is horrid, I cannot believe you cooked something that bad. You didn't even clean up your mess. How do you expect me to get through a good day at work when you can't even to a single thing right in this house."

"Mom, I didn't make that mess, and you know that food is perfectly fine. You put to much syrup on it."

"Priestly, I don't want excuses. Get working on it." Her mother said, glaring at her. Priestly glared back. "You're 18, you might as well work to stay here."

"That's right mom, I am 18 years old. I am not your slave anymore, I am an adult." Priestly told her mother, crossing her arms.

"If you are going to be that way, you might as well leave." Her mother said, turning her back and walking off. Priestly wasn't going to argue with what she just said. She turned on her heels and walked quickly to the door.

Priestly and her mother both lived in a small apartment across from Central Park in New York. That was her favorite spot to go when they fought. She often ran across the street and walked the paths in Central park to get a grip on herself. Sometimes she would walk off the path and into the forest, never going that far from the path.

Today she decided to stray from the path a little. She followed the path till she found some familiar tree. She walked past the tree and into the forest and brush. A little farther on and she started to get a little careless. She wasn't watching her step.

A few feet later she tripped over a root. Her eyes closed tight, and she put her hands down. She was ready to land in the dirt and brush. Instead of landing on dirt, Priestly found herself on her hands and knees on a cold hard ground. Stone was an automatic thought. She opened her eyes.

"A Cellar?" She said quietly.

"Hey!" A man said, she looked up to where they where. Two men, both looking like guards looked at her. They started to walk towards her. Priestly stood up quickly. She backed up from their approaches. Her hands bumped into a mirror knocking it over. The shatter on the ground startled them all. The men looked at her, their eyes big in shock.

"Do you know what you just did?" One of them started to scream. Priestly jumped up a little at the scream. "That was your way home!" The man shouted. Priestly stared down at the mirror.

"Craig, it is impolite to shout, besides it was an accident." The second guard said to the shouting one. "Hello, I am Kristoph." The guard said to her.

Priestly could tell he had calmed the other guard down, but she was still in a defensive position. "I'm Priestly." She replied with her name, barely loud enough for Kristoph and Craig to hear her.

"I'll take you to King Wendell so we can explain to him what happened." Kristoph smiled at her. She gave him a faint smile and followed behind him. Careful not to step on any glass as she did so. She followed Kristoph down a hallway, up some stairs, into the front room she guessed by the size of the doors. After that they went up another flight of stairs, and another hallway. Near the end of the hallway Kristoph knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A male voice could be heard on the other end. Priestly followed Kristoph as he opened the door and walked in. She stood near the edge of room, close to the door. Kristoph walked up to the desk, hiding her view of the person in the room. "Ahh, Hello Kristoph."

"Hello King Wendell." Kristoph smiled at the king, who made no notice of Priestly yet. "We had a bit of an accident down stairs."

"We?" Wendell asked. Kristoph moved a little and Priestly could now see the King. He was sitting at his desk. Priestly gasped a little at the King. His sandy-brown hair, with the curls, his blue eyes and perfect skin, slightly pale but not too much. In a crowd if he was wearing normal clothes he would fit in. Something drew Priestly in and she couldn't explain it.

"She came in from the 10th Kingdom as we were getting ready for Virginia and Wolf's departure. Craig and I accidentally scared her and she fell backwards knocking the mirror over." Kristoph looked down. Wendell sighed.

"The dwarves will not like this one." Wendell responded, most likely to himself. "Ahh, well. Could you please go fetch Virginia and Wolf so we can explain why their trip home will be postponed just a while longer?" With that, Kristoph left the room, leaving Priestly with King Wendell.

Priestly looked down for a second as Wendell stood to his feet. "I am King Wendell, King of the 4th Kingdom." He said, giving her a smile. Priestly couldn't help but to smile back at him.

"I am Priestly." She wondered what she should say. After her name, and decided not to.

"I guess I should explain everything while we wait for Virginia and Wolf." Priestly smiled at Wendell went on. As he was talking he was walking over to a shelf. "This is the 4th Kingdom, and the biggest. We are in the middle of the 9 Kingdoms, somewhat. You will recognize a lot of names. Right now, you are in Snow White Castle." He grabbed a folded paper and walked over to the desk again. Priestly gasped.

"Snow White?" She asked him.

"Yes, the Golden age, was almost 200 years ago. When snow white, Little Red riding hood, Cinderella, and other fairy tales where happening. I am the great great grandson of Snow White." Wendell said as he unfolded the paper, a map appearing. "These are the 9 Kingdoms. You come from the mythical 10th Kingdom, well it's not mythical anymore to us." Wendell smiled, making Priestly smile back at him. "That mirror was a magical mirror. It was your way home." Wendell sighed.

"I'm stuck here?" Priestly asked, looking around. She now noticed that this room was wall to wall with bookshelves and books. It seemed to be a study room. Her mind was racing, maybe it was the shock, or maybe she was exhausted. But everything turned black.