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Cinderella Dressed in Ashes ( Book #2 in the Grimm Diaries )

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by Jace, Cameron


  “Whatever you say, sis; I need to energize myself so I can look through J.G.’s diary,” he flipped through the diary they had found in Bedtime Stoories. “This is all so confusing, a diary that belongs to a J.G. and a Dreamhunters Guide that is signed by a V.H. Who are these people, and how are they related to each other?”

  “I’m sure J.G. is Jacob Carl Grimm,” Fable said, happy her brother forgot about food.

  “Or someone who wants us to think this is J.G.’s diary,” Axel winked.

  “Don’t read too much into everything,” Fable said. “Why are you suddenly reading this diary? Did you give up on Loki’s Dreamhunters Guide?”

  “I didn’t, but I can’t find anything more useful in it at the moment,” Axel said. “And he has the original Book of Sand with him in his pocket.”

  “And we can’t even get that unless we cross this stupid purple light,” Fable sighed. “See, what I am talking about. I need to walk past the purple light.”

  “No!” Axel demanded.

  “Let me just touch it,” Fable said. “It might not even be passable.”

  “I said no, Fable. Don’t make me use my Kung Fu skills to stop you,” Axel said.

  “Why do you have to be the older sibling?” Fable mumbled. “Why wasn’t I born first?”

  “Because I tricked our parents into bringing me into the world first,” Axel said.

  “Really?” Fable stuck out her tongue. “So seriously, you didn’t find anything else in Loki’s phone?”

  “Why are you asking me? You have it.”

  “It’s all about the stuff Loki already told us about,” Fable said; “the Dreamworld being six levels, everything about the Waker, the Dream Temple, and even the fact that you could break a dream by breaking the mirror, if only we could get inside.”

  “I told you no.”

  “So be honest, Axel. Did you read something and deleted it from Loki’s phone,” Fable played nice. “Tell me what it is, Axel. Please?”

  “You’re imagining things,” Axel looked away so his facial expression wouldn’t expose his lie. “There wasn’t anything else that could help.”

  “OK,” Fable sighed. “Then what are you looking for in J.G.’s diary?”

  “It’s a bit strange if you ask me,” Axel said. “You remember this is the diary that hinted at Snow White being evil and manipulating Dreamhunters, right?”

  “So?” Fable wondered.

  “So it’s hardly trustworthy if you ask me,” Axel said. “Either Jacob Grimm was mislead thinking Snow White was the evil one, or he really hated her.”

  “That’s new to me,” Fable rubbed her chin. “Are you saying that Jacob Grimm is on the dark side?”

  “Could be. We don’t even know who is on the dark side,” Axel considered.

  “What do you mean?” Fable said.

  “I mean whose side do you consider Loki to be on?” Axel said. “One minute he is fighting the Queen and saving Snow White. The next he is on the Queen’ side.”

  “Loki’s on our side,” Fable insisted. “He is good at heart.”

  “And how about his past?” Axel said. “Remember the Queen telling us he is the Huntsman who killed countless people in Sorrow?”

  “The Queen is lying,” Fable said.

  “If you say so,” Axel said.

  “Let’s get back to the J.G. diary,” Fable suggested. “You were saying Jacob wasn’t on our side.”

  “I’m not sure, but maybe Jacob and Wilhelm are on different sides of the coin—that’s how they were in real life, anyway. Everything I read in this diary suggests there is a great conflict between the two brothers.”

  “You mean something happened to them after forging the fairy tales that pitted them against each other?”

  “Although it’s not clear why they forged the tales, I think it’s a pretty plausible idea,” Axel said. “This might be a war between both writers. Don’t ask me why.

  “One of them is the good one and one is evil. I like that,” Fable said.

  “Except that it’s not really clear who’s good and evil in this world,” Axel chewed on the words.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Look, don’t fire back at me, but I think everything is grey here,” Axel said. “I mean Shew is the Chosen One who’s supposed to save the world, but she did kill many teens in her time in the Schloss. And don’t support her by saying she was influenced by the curse. There is no excuse for killing innocent people.”

  “She is innocent,” Fable defended Shew. “Believe me, there must be an explanation for this. Maybe all those teenagers were evil.”

  “I know you’re Snow White’s number one fan, Fable,” Axel said. “I mean you know how much I like Loki, but he’s no different. He was the Huntsman.”

  “The next thing you’re going to tell me is that the Queen isn’t purely evil,” Fable rolled her eyes.

  “Well,” Axel shrugged, “actually, yes.”

  “What are you saying, Axel? OK. I get it. You’re hungry. I am sorry. I should’ve let you eat because you’re not thinking straight.”

  “Why? The Queen fought until her last breath for her daughter. You can’t say she didn’t go through a lot.”

  “If you’re really good, you’ll die before giving into evil,” Fable protested. “You’re only saying this because Lucy said that.”

  “Which reminds me again,” Axel scanned the surroundings, “where is she?”

  “Forget about Lucy,” Fable said. “We’re wasting time. Let’s get back to Jacob Grimm’s diary. Did you find anything else that might be useful?”

  “Not really,” Axel said. “Other than him disliking Snow White, almost everything here hints he was desperately looking for the Lost Seven.”

  “What are the Lost Seven?” Fable said.

  “Remember when Mircalla, I mean Carmilla, told us Loki’s story in the kitchen?” Axel said. “She mentioned that the reason she can’t get her hands on Shew’s heart is that Shew had split it into seven pieces giving a piece to each of seven friends of hers—whatever that means. Those are called the Lost Seven.”

  “So the seven dwarves in the Grimm’s Snow White story weren’t actually dwarves?” Fable adjusted her glasses. “They are just seven friends called the Lost Seven?”

  “Sounds like it,” Axel said. “In some parts of the diary they are called Pilgrimms, with two m’s. Get it?”

  “I like it. It’s an interesting name,” Fable adjusted her glasses. “It means two important things. One is that they are like pilgrims on a quest. Two is that they are connected to the Brothers Grimm. But if they’re connected to the Brothers Grimm, how come Jacob Grimm doesn’t know who they are?”

  “That’s why I am suggesting Jacob and Wilhelm are on two different sides of the coin,” Axel said.

  “It’s starting to seem more plausible,” Fable said. “But tell me, Axel. Why would the Grimm Brothers forge the Lost Seven and say they are actually seven dwarves?”

  “For one, to hide the identities of the Lost Seven,” Axel said. “That’s pretty obvious.”

  “Can you elaborate, Professor Axel?” Fable adjusted her glasses.

  “Don’t make fun of me,” Axel warned her. “I’m thinking the Lost Seven are seven well known fairy tale characters,” Axel said proudly, “Little Red Riding Hood maybe, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty for instance. That’d be so cool.”

  “Why not? It makes sense to me,” Fable said. “What’s the second reason?”

  “The second reason is something beyond the range of our understanding,” Axel said.

  “And you think I should consider that a discovery?” Fable had her hands on her waist.

  “I know it sounds silly, but let me tell you, this isn’t just about the Queen of Sorrow wanting to get Snow White’s heart,” Axel said. “This is much bigger. If this was only about fairy tale characters being immortal and living among us, I’d have assumed this is only about the Lost Seven and Snow White’s heart. However, this includes
Jacob and Wilhelm Carl Grimm, the people who wrote the books in the first place. Have you ever seen a mystery where the writer and character actually meet? This is much bigger, believe me.”

  “I’m really happy we’re on the same page in this, bro” Fable said enthusiastically. “What are those?” she pointed at drawings in the book.

  “These are the seven items belonging to the Lost Seven, a plate, breadcrumb, a chair, a knife, beans, a fork, and a cup,” Axel said. “Like in the forged Snow White tale, remember when the dwarves enter the cottage and each one asks who moved his cup and so on?”

  “Yes,” Fable said, “so what?”

  “If the Lost Seven are a substitute for the dwarves, then each item should lead us to one of them,” Axel said.

  “Are you sure?” Fable said.

  Axel nodded.

  “So what we have to do is link the item to the character and we learn who the Pilgrimms are?” Fable asked.

  “Not that easy, sis,” Axel said. “Believe me, I tried. The only item that makes sense to me is the beans.”

  “Really? What fairytale character is connected to beans?” Fable scratched her head.

  “Remember Jack and the Beanstalk?”

  “I hate that story,” Fable said. “Jack is annoying and he’s a thief.”

  “Don’t say that,” Axel said. “I adore him, and I’d like to meet him.”

  “I am sure he’s as hungry as you,” Fable teased him. “So why is Jack connected to beans, again?”

  Axel shot her a disbelieving look. “Jack owned beans that when planted grew a very tall beanstalk!”

  “Oh, sorry,” Fable said. “I told you I hated the tale. But wait!”

  “What is it now?” Axel sighed impatiently.

  “There were no beans on the dwarves table in the Snow White fairy tale,” Fable said.

  “There were vegetables,” Axel said. “Beans are vegetables.”

  “They are? Did we learn that in school?” Fable wondered.

  “You don’t learn that beans are vegetables in school, Fable,” Axel said. “You might learn that Shakespeare is a poet—but even that you got wrong; you think he is a wizard.”

  “He is a wizard,” Fable insisted. “He just didn’t want the likes of you to know it. Anyway, did you notice the breadcrumbs being one of the items?”

  “I did, so what?”

  “Sounds very much like you, Axel,” Fable said. “Maybe you’re a fairy tale character and you don’t know it,” she laughed.

  “Of course, I am,” Axel said proudly. “I am Axelus the Great. Besides, I eat a lot of food. I don’t leave breadcrumb trails all over the place. That would be you, actually.”

  “How dare you? I clean up after you all the time,” Fable drew a finger in the air as if it were a sword.

  “OK. OK.,” Axel raised his hands like a white flag. “We’ve got more important things to discuss now. Since you like this part of J.G.’s diary, let me show you something really crazy here,” Axel said, pointing at certain pages in the middle of the diary. “I keep seeing these seven pages, and I’m unable to understand its content.” Axel showed her seven consecutive pages in the diary resembling tarot cards.

  “What is that?”

  “It seems to me that J.G. failed to connect the Lost Seven to the items so he continued his research until he came upon an incomplete drawing of seven tarot cards,” Axel said “He’d probably seen them somewhere and copied them. He says they are clues to the Lost Seven.”

  “Is that the Grimm Reaper?” Fable adjusted her glasses, pointing at a drawing of a red-cloaked girl with a scythe. “How could the Grimm Reaper be one of the Lost Seven?”

  “It says ‘Reaper’ on top, and it’s not just any reaper,” Axel commented. “This looks like a girl reaper. Ever heard of anything like that?”

  “No,” Fable said. “Did you ever hear about a fairy tale with a Grimm Reaper in it?”

  Axel shook his head no.

  “What’s on the next card?” Fable wondered.

  Axel flipped the page, showing a tarot of a witch.

  “A witch,” Fable chewed the words. “And what’s that at her feet?”

  “Looks like breadcrumbs,” Axel assumed. “See, the witch looks like you, not me.”

  “She’s cloaked. Why do you think it is a she? You can’t tell,” Fable said.

  “Whether a she or a he, I think I know who it is,” Axel said. “Remember Hansel and Gretel?”

  “Of course,” Fable giggled. “I love that tale. It’s my favorite. I love Gretel, but despise Hansel.”

  Axel shrugged, lost in the page in front of him.

  “You and I really make a good Hansel and Gretel,” he said absently.

  “Nice one,” Fable said. “And we have a Candy House…” suddenly, she stopped. The resemblance was too weird. She gazed at Axel, both sharing an intense moment with appalled eyes. Could it be they were Hansel and Gretel? The thought lingered in the air for a while. Both of them were speechless.

  Finally, they broke the tension with a big laugh, “you and me, Hansel and Gretel,” Fable said, “that’s impossible.”

  “You’re right about that,” Axel said. “I guess I was hoping my sis was one of the Lost Seven so I’d eat for free at the Belly and the Beast.”

  “So what’s the next card,” Fable demanded, wanting to skip this uncomfortable moment.

  The third tarot showed a thief. It was a boy, wearing a green hat, and a smirk on his face. It had Thief written on top of the page.

  “He looks funny,” Fable raised an eyebrow. “I’m curious about him. Are those beans in his hand? If that’s Jack, I changed my mind. I like him.”

  Axel flipped the page, not wanting Fable staring too long at the cute boy. “And here we have…” Axel raised an eyebrow now.

  “A moon?” Fable laughed. “How could the moon be one of the Lost Seven?”

  “Maybe J.G. didn’t know much about this Pilgrimm,” Axel said. “This could just be a clue.”

  “OK. Flip to the next page, maybe we’ll find something that really makes sense,” Fable said.

  The next page showed a beast so ugly Axel twitched his lips, preferring not to look at it.

  “The Beast,” Fable mused. “I can’t even tell if it’s a boy or girl. Why would Shew share her heart with such an ugly creature?”

  “The next one is a Star,” Axel flipped to an almost empty page that only had the word star handwritten in the middle. “How convenient, one of the Lost Seven is the moon, and the other is a star. This J.G. lost his mind.”

  “And who’s the seventh of the Lost Seven?” Fable flipped the page herself. “What is this?” she looked as if someone had just burst her balloon.

  “The Phoenix,” Axel stared at the picture of a bird with purple wings, the bird looked as if it was burning. “You know what a phoenix is, right Fable?”

  “Of course, I know. I do your homework, Axel,” Fable said absently.

  “You do my homework but you don’t know that beans are vegetables,” he mumbled.

  “A phoenix is a bird that burns at the end of its life then rises again from its own ashes,” Fable explained.

  “Like Zombies,” Axel giggled. Fable was too entranced by the picture of the Phoenix to comment. “Why do I think this is a big clue?” Axel said.

  “It is,” Fable said. “But I don’t know what it means.”

  “I’m not following,” Axel replied.

  “When we were chasing Loki, I heard him mutter something to himself repeatedly, as if he was trying not to forget it,” Fable raised her eyes, meeting Axel’s. “He kept saying, ‘The Phoenix.’”

  “So?”

  “I have no idea,” Fable said. “All I know is that according to this J.G., she is one of the Lost Seven,” Fable turned back to the Dream Temple protected by the purple light. “Loki isn’t there to kill Snow White. He’s there for the Phoenix,” she uttered her discovery.

  “So the Queen sent him to kill the Phoenix?” A
xel said.

  “Why kill her?” Fable said. “She probably wants to find her to collect Shew’s first piece of heart. Are you sure there isn’t anything else about the Phoenix in this diary.”

  “Um,” Axel flipped through the pages. “The only other mention of the Phoenix is an article here where J.G. explains his frustration about the Phoenixes.”

  “I don’t follow,” Fable said.

  “He says that the Phoenix is the only one of the Lost Seven that he knew the real name of—he is very big on the power of what he calls ‘true names’,” Axel said. “He writes that whenever he has his hands on manuscripts with the Phoenix’s real name, he is confused by other manuscripts that call her something different.”

  “So the Phoenix is a girl,” Fable said. “Do you have those names?”

  “Wait a second,” Axel flipped. “I have come across them but the writing was too small and almost wiped out—here it is,” he handed Fable the diary.

  “I have dyslexia, and you’re handing it to me?” Fable said, already reading it.

  “You read smaller fonts better than me,” Axel argued.

  “OK,” Fable drew her glasses closer. “One of the names is Cerené—I am not sure how to spell it. And at some point he thought her name was Ember. And then at some other point he thought her name was…” Fable raised her eyes to meet Axel. She looked like she’d seen her dead mother.

  “What is the name?” Axel said. “You’re freaking me out.”

  “Cinderella,” Fable said. “Carmilla is after Cinderella!”

  “How can she be after Cinderella by making Loki enter Shew’s dream? Shouldn’t he be entering Cinderella’s dream wherever she is?” Axel said.

  “I don’t know, Axel,” Fable breathed rapidly in front of the purple light. “This locked dream has to end so we know. Are you sure it wasn’t mentioned how a locked dream ends in Loki’s phone?”

  Axel pretended he didn’t hear her. He wasn’t going to tell her what he’d read. It was death itself.

  18

  Rainbow’s End

  Although Shew believed Cerené was the Phoenix, the knowledge didn’t answer all of her questions yet.

 

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