Wind rushing and screaming past her ears, Cinderella tumbled end over end. She covered her face as tree branches and twigs scraped at her arms and legs and tore at her clothes. The air had pressed out of her lungs and she felt them burn as her dizziness intensified. She smashed into one tree branch, then another, and sailed through the leaves to land hard on the ground.
Her stepmother was surely the one behind her impromptu flight. At least she wasn’t stone and she hoped beyond hope that the royal wizard wasn’t a statue. Gasping for air, she curled into a ball on her side, hoping to protect herself.
“Coward,” her stepmother said, but Cinderella didn’t move from her fetal position. What chance did she have against an experienced wizard with two wands? Especially when one was her mother’s? Especially without Ty at her side?
If it made her a coward to protect herself from whatever horrible torture her stepmother planned, then so be it. No way could she battle her stepmother on her own. Her best bet was to hope everyone would head down the path looking for her. For now, it was best to stall.
Her stepmother kicked dirt toward her and it settled over her still body.
“I knew the wand would be wasted on you,” she cackled. “After all, you’re one half your useless father.”
“He wasn’t useless,” she whispered into the dirt.
“Useless, dishonest, and a coward.”
Rage built up inside Cinderella and she sprang to her feet. “That’s not true!” Her father had been a sad man, a single parent whose wife had died, but—
Cinderella drew deep breaths to keep from flying forward in a flurry of kicks and punches. Her stepmother was purposefully baiting her, hoping she’d attack, and she would not make it easy for her stepmother to kill her. Even ninjas knew when to hold back.
“My father was good and kind and generous.” She spoke as calmly as she could. “The only mistake he ever made was marrying a murderous villain like you. If my father knew how cruel you’ve been—”
“What would he have done? Tell me.” Her stepmother paced in a tight circle around Cinderella, hate wafting off her like the smoke from burned hair. “He wasn’t even a wizard.”
“Why are you so horrible?” Cinderella glared at her stepmother. “What did I ever do to you?”
Her stepmother held up the wand in answer.
“I didn’t even know where that was until two days ago.” Cinderella fought to stay calm. “I was only five when you locked me down in the cellar, and terrified. If I’d known where it was I’d have told you. Any child that age would have caved. You knew that. Why did you keep me trapped, anyway?” Cinderella tried to calm herself, but it was getting harder to control her pounding heart, her rage, and her fists and legs that wanted to punch and kick. And harder still to control the magic she knew was no match for her stepmother’s. Especially alone.
Her stepmother put a long-nailed hand on her hip.“I couldn’t let you go blabbing my secrets around the kingdom now, could I?”
Cinderella stepped forward.“Then why didn’t you just kill me?” Even if she was baiting her stepmother to kill her now, she needed to know.
“Because, darling, you were such fun to torment.” Her stepmother flashed an evil grin.
Cinderella felt as if she’d been punched in the gut. “Fun?”
Her stepmother shrugged dismissively.“And good practice, I suppose. Now that I have this wand, it won’t be long before I have control of the entire kingdom.”
“Never.” Cinderella felt magic energy build up inside her. If her mother had been as powerful as everyone said, then maybe the power inside her was stronger than she thought. She had to believe in herself, believe in her powers. Anything was better than standing here waiting for death.
Cinderella raised her hand and shot a bolt of energy at her stepmother. Before the wizard could react, Cinderella leaped to deliver a twisting side kick straight into her stepmother’s stomach. Caught by surprise, the evil wizard staggered, but then used her black wand to shoot a flame toward her stepdaughter.
Twisting as she dove, Cinderella dodged the flame, jumped up to an overhanging branch, and then swung out to land another blow to her stepmother’s arm. She knocked one of the wands away, but it was the black wand, not her mother’s. Better than nothing, she thought.
After landing on the dirt lane, Cinderella concentrated on her stepmother’s wand that had dropped to the ground, and imagined it going up in flames—and it did, sending charred fragments flying in every direction.
But from behind, a huge force slammed into her and lifted her high up in the air. Cinderella started to spin so fast she couldn’t see and could barely breathe. Using every muscle in her body, she forced her limbs to move in the opposite direction to the spin, hoping to slow or stop the crushing rotation.
The blur of trees came into focus. She’d slowed down.
Her stepmother, on the dirt road below, looked shocked as Cinderella hovered in the air. Cinderella felt a surge of confidence flow through her, and she pushed her hands toward her stepmother. The wizard staggered back. Then her stepmother swirled her mother’s wand in the air. Hundreds of sparks built up, taking form and growing, until they formed the shape of a dragon.
How could she battle a dragon?
Losing confidence, Cinderella dropped, plunging toward the ground, but caught herself just in time and landed in a ninja crouch. The dragon, nearly twenty feet tall, rose up and roared. Fire shot from its mouth and burned the leaves in the overhanging canopy to a crisp.
Cinderella scrambled back a few steps as her stepmother laughed.
Wait. She squared her stance. “How dare you use my mother’s wand against me?” Cinderella’s voice was strong and clear. “If that wand was tuned to my mother and I’ve inherited her powers, you can’t use it against me.”
She had no idea if this was true, but figured it should be.
“Stupid girl.” Her stepmother flicked the wand.
The dragon shot fire toward Cinderella but missed, hitting the road about five feet away.
“See?” Cinderella shouted. “That dragon is mine, not yours.” She lifted her arms toward the magical monster.
It turned and raised its head to the sky and shot a flame upward. If nothing else, all this fire would pinpoint their location and the royal wizard might arrive in time to help . . . if he hadn’t already been turned into a statue.
Concentrating on the dragon, Cinderella stepped to the side and raised one arm, and the dragon mimicked her movements. She could control it. Confidence coursed through her, pushing aside her fear.
She made the dragon rear up in front of her stepmother and shoot fire toward her feet. The hem of her stepmother’s gown caught on fire, and when she bent to stomp it out, she dropped the wand.
Cinderella reached forward and the wand flew through the air and into her hand.
Her stepmother, a stricken look on her face, turned and ran down the road.
Cinderella concentrated, thrust the wand forward, and her stepmother slammed into an invisible wall that sprang up in her path.
Her stepmother staggered toward the forest, clearly stunned by the impact. Cinderella created invisible walls all around her stepmother, trapping her.
Her stepmother threw herself against one side, then another, slamming her fists against the invisible walls.
Panting, Cinderella staggered back a few steps. She’d done it. She’d really done it. Simply by believing in her own powers, she’d defeated her stepmother. Cinderella’s heart filled with joy, but her body trembled with exhaustion.
She collapsed in a heap on the dirt road, only now registering the stinging pain from her many scrapes and scratches, and the aches of the bruises she’d received from her crashing flight through the forest.
Horses approached from down the forest path, and she soon found herself being lifted from the ground and into Ty’s arms. She wrapped her arms so tightly around his neck that she worried he might break, but the feel of his strong muscles beneath her hands and against her body dashed away that fear—and every other fear in her heart.
Looking up, she saw that the royal wizard was patting his hands against the invisible container she’d built for her stepmother and nodding in approval. He stepped back, raised his wand, and shot a huge stream of sparks toward the evil wizard that swirled up and over the walls of air and down around her stepmother to bind her tightly in ropes.
“That should contain her,” he said. “Even better, all her previous spells have been broken.” He turned toward them and then looked as if he’d been jolted.
Cinderella tensed. Had her stepmother somehow cast another spell, after all? But then the royal wizard flashed a broad, genuine smile and approached her.
“Cinderella. Of course. I can’t believe I forgot you.” He put one hand on her shoulder and another on Ty’s. “I am so happy you’ve found each other and tapped into your true powers. Cinderella, I knew your mother well and am not surprised by your abilities.” He winked. “Perhaps you won’t be needing my lessons after all, my dear.”
“Oh no,” she said. “I need your lessons now more than ever.”
A smile spread on his face and he backed away a few steps. “And you have just proven how much you deserve and will benefit from training. Both of you had natural talents on your own, and now that your powers have fused together and been strengthened with love, they’ll only continue to grow. But recognizing that you still require training shows that you will use your powers wisely.” He bowed to them, which made Cinderella extremely uncomfortable, and when he came out of his bow, he spun to check that her stepmother remained secure.
The next thing Cinderella knew, her stepmother’s carriage appeared in the road. Gwendolyn, Agatha, and Max spilled out of it. Gwendolyn ran forward while Max went with the royal wizard to make sure her stepmother’s bindings remained secure. Agatha hung back and stayed by the carriage.
“My dearest sister,” Gwen said to Cinderella. “I’m so glad you’re safe and sound.”
“Thank you.” Cinderella pushed her lips tightly together to keep from snapping at Gwen. Her stepsister might not have any real magic powers, but her cruelty was as vast as the oceans.
“Consider me your humble servant.” Gwendolyn curtsied. “If you ever need me, say as a lady-in-waiting, I’m at your service.”
“Not now, Gwen, please.” Cinderella’s cheeks burned, embarrassed at the assumptions Gwendolyn was making about her and Ty, and furious that her stepsister would think she’d want her anywhere near her.“Leave me alone.”
“Certainly, certainly.” Gwendolyn backed away, nodding.
Finally, Cinderella was left alone with Ty.
Still holding her, he looked into her eyes and the world fell away. The warmth and love that came from Ty’s eyes was the best and most overpowering sensation she’d ever experienced. Joy and love spread through her as fast as fire through straw.
Not only had she found the magic inside her, not only had she gained the confidence to defeat her stepmother, she’d found love. Love of a magnitude she had never imagined possible. And Ty wasn’t just any boy. He was the prince and would one day be king.
Her heart pounded in her ears. Her, a princess? A wife? A queen one day? She wasn’t at all prepared for any of those roles.
And there’d be a trial. She’d have to tell people how she’d been treated, how her father had been murdered. She’d have to relive her past. And her stepsisters—what would happen to them? They hadn’t broken any laws, unless it was against the law to be mean.
She looked back at Agatha, whose head hung in shame. Always the follower, maybe Agatha could stand on her own two feet if she weren’t constantly under the influence of her mother and Gwendolyn. Maybe, with some work, they could actually be sisters to each other someday.
“You look sad, my love.” Ty ran his hand down her cheek. “ Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m just thinking about what will happen to my family.”
A soft, dimpled smile spread on his handsome face. Ty shook his head and then pressed a kiss into her forehead. “Imagine you thinking of them, after all they’ve done.” He kissed her lips in a way Cinderella felt in every part of her body. “Will do you me a favor?” he asked when their lips parted.
“Anything,” she said, and she meant it.
“Let’s not give black magic or trials another thought today. We’ve got so much to celebrate, and I can’t wait for you to meet my parents.”