There Is One Last Chance To Save Happily Ever After! Can a group of heroes, including Goldenhair, Red Riding Hood, and Rapunzel, help General Snow White and her dwarven resistance fighters defeat the tyrannical Queen Cinderella? And will they succeed before a war with Wonderland destroys everything? Their only hope to stop Cinderella’s quest for power lies with a young girl named Patience Muffet. She carries the fabled shards of Cinderella’s glass slippers, as well as the dark secret of who murdered the last of the fairy godmothers. Roy A.Mauritsen’s fantasy adventure fairy tale epic begins with Shards of the Glass Slipper: Queen Cinder.
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The group came upon a clearing in the woods where there sat the burnt and rotted ruins of an old house. Vines grew over most of the remaining framework and bits of wall and chimney. Shrubs and tall grass hid most of the decayed flooring.
Goldenhair paused here, and seemed to reflect for a moment at this spot, as if it held old memories for her. And then, like an old memory, it faded. She was in the present again. The bears seemed familiar with the area as well. They sniffed around the clearing and finding a spot in the sunlight, lowered themselves upon the grass. They placed their heads on their massive paws and sighed.
“Now,” said Mavor, “we can rest a bit.” She sat down and reclined upon the great furred back of Dosso, leaning on the bear like a large fur pillow. The bear did not mind.
Elizabeth leaned against the bear as well. Patience sat next to the smaller bear, Kerker, and hesitantly leaned against the soft warm fur. Hamelin sat upon the ground close to Patience and tentatively reached out to pet the bear Kerker, who all but ignored him. He had never been so close to a real bear before. It made Hamelin nervous, but it was apparent that these bears were more accepting of human interaction; not that they were tame pets, but the bears seemed to have a greater understanding because of Goldenhair’s ability to interact with them. They sat in a circle of dappled sun and shadow; a cool breeze took the heat from the sun. The only sounds were those of the bears’ heavy breathing, the rustle of treetops in the wind, and the distant buzzing of cicadas.
“We have made good time,” Mavor stated, “but we must get to the coast by nightfall.”
Elizabeth pulled out a few apples from her pack and began to pass them around. Mavor scowled at her offering and Elizabeth shook her head. “They were the only food I could find yesterday,” she said defensively. Mavor took the apple from Elizabeth and handed hers to Patience.
“Eat them here. You know they aren’t allowed in the meeting.” Goldenhair gave Elizabeth an incredulous look, but Elizabeth ignored it. She smiled at Hamelin and tossed him an apple.
“They are just apples, Goldenhair. Relax.” Elizabeth bit into one like a rebellious child defying a parent’s wishes.
“How long have you known each other?” asked Hamelin, recognizing the relaxed interaction between the two.
Elizabeth was in mid-bite and answered with a mouthful of apple. “It’s been about a year now, this winter, since the resistance destroyed Guff’s Bridge. I met Goldenhair just after that.”
“Guff’s Bridge is gone?” Hamelin asked with surprised interest. Everyone in the kingdom used that bridge, he recalled. It was the main crossing to the castle.
“Queen Cinder was not pleased about that,” added Elizabeth. “Losing that bridge really hindered the queen’s troops. Though I hear they are rebuilding it,” Elizabeth added as an aside to Goldenhair.
Patience pulled her pack over and placed it on her lap in a forlorn manner. The young girl seemed sad while the others spoke of the recent news. The weight of caring for the glass slippers now seemed a heavier burden on her shoulders.
With a mouth full of apple, its juice sliding from the crook of her lips, Elizabeth looked over at Mavor, concerned for the young girl.
“So?” Hamelin spoke up. “What does it mean?” He started, “She wanted to return the glass slippers to the only proper place she could think of, which was the grave site. It was just going to be a gesture. No big deal, they were just glass, ornamental leftovers from the big wedding…”
“No, Hamelin,” Mavor interjected with frustration in her voice. “They are much more than that. They are the last known source of fairy magic in the kingdom, and those shards are the only things that can stop Queen Cendrillon!”
Goldenhair’s explanation seemed to hang heavily in the air. For a moment, she had let her composure slip, just a little.
“Oh—of course, fairy magic,” Hamelin remarked sarcastically.
Elizabeth interjected, “We suspect they have fairy magic in them, based mostly on the legends and stories; until you both arrived, it was only a rumor that the glass slippers had survived at all. There has not been a fairy godmother around in years. Anyway, we still do not know what to do with them.”
“I have heard that General White’s lieutenant, Rapunzel was to try to talk to someone about the magic,” replied Goldenhair.
“You know General White is not one to latch on to any ideas about magic either, Goldenhair. At least Queen Cinder does not have them, so I guess that is something good. I just hope Cinder doesn’t find out her slippers are still around.”
Patience stared at the backpack on her lap. “They have magic?”
Mavor’s accent flowed over every word she spoke, as she turned back to Patience to explain. “That night five years ago, when the Bloodthorn Wall went up and surrounded the castle, there were a few stories that managed to get out in time before the castle was sealed off. We came across a dying man who spoke of a servant woman still in the castle, who was looking for her daughter, and claimed her daughter had run away with the queen’s slippers. The woman was a servant named Brown.”
Patience’s eyes sparkled for a moment, then her look saddened and softened. That was her mother. How did her mother know about the glass slippers? Patience had not heard anyone speak of her mother in years. It brought back feelings of sadness that the girl had buried deeply. She wanted to ask more but was afraid to hear the answer, so she remained silent.
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