A Fairy Tale With a Twist Book 1: Mirror verse

Chapter 25

Mirabelle's POV: Except for the family, no one knew about the wall. She drew the curtain behind her.

"Clo, you can't do that." Was she attempting to breach the barrier? How did she enter the portal? She directed her finger towards me. "Do you know what I think, Mirabelle? "You're being a hypocrite. You discovered the truth about your forebears, the French royals, yet continue to defend them." How did she know that, while she was disappointed and attempted to rationalize their actions, they were still wrong? We later learned about the first monarch of the fairy tale world and how it all began. At first, I took a soft approach, stating, "You don't fully understand King Solomon." She interrupted me. "I know exactly what happened."

How did she know she was answering me? " They stumbled into a restricted room in the museum. "Why is this kept hidden if peace is so important? I attempted to urge change throughout my life, but all I got was silence, and I am sick of it. " I had never seen her this angry, but I knew her for a few years and recently moved to France, where we spent more time together. I just never realized it. I stuttered, "I-I Clo didn't know."

She received a gemstone: a black garnet necklace with an old-fashioned locket design on the outside and a sun and moon motif on the inside. "I know you didn't like our system's unfair rules, but I could help by opening the mirror and creating a new world." He's been attempting to assist. "The guards beat on the door, almost breaking it open, but recalled not to interfere with anything using dark magic. She placed the gemstone in the mirror, and I shook my head.

I pushed into a mirror and was sent back to the palace. The stained-glass window was of Clorinda on the throne. Did they take over the palace already? How long have we been gone?  I was standing in front of the castle once more. Is there something going on because the front gate appears the same? What exactly did she do? She examined the stained-glass window; it wasn't my family. Napoleon was the revolutionary commander. What would happen to Grandpa if the French Revolution ended with him in power? "Hands behind your back!" yelled a security guard. He led me into a room.

It grew colder as you went down, till you discovered the jail chamber guard dogs protecting the room. I need to visit my mother. I sneaked inside the prison cell using a ruse devised by my captain of the guard. Is this how the kids on the Isle of the Lost live? I didn't realize how horrible things were for them. If they got into trouble with the guard, they couldn't even approach my parents for aid. Chloe or Ashlynn would be nearby to provide some advice. I require them. What if it was a good thing that I was overshadowed since I didn't have as much on my plate as they did? This is much, much worse. My problems were not the issue. What was it, exactly? I know I won't be able to accomplish it alone, and I'll need the help of my friends.

"This is for the people of France." "You are imprisoned," the slaves and rural children said. "Mirabelle, this is not for you. For my father's sake, get away from the palace. "You are liberated," Slaves from the jail and village children begin to assault them. My mother followed me when I did what he said.

We walked to the basement and got a pail of water and soap. I was still perplexed until I glanced in the mirror and realized I was dressed as a maid. I decided to accept what was happening until I could think of what to do next. The mice could help. "Jaq and Gus, where are you?" The mice couldn't understand them. If I could find a mom who is better at talking to mice, then she could help. I explored around the palace. It looked the same as where the rooms were, but the decorations and colors were completely different from my palace.

Finn was annoyed. "Only if you assist me to serve meals," he said. I assisted him in serving dinner to the remaining children. I understood my stepfamily was deplorable. How could they do such a thing to my people? There was a kid gnawing on his shoes, so I sneaked away for a few moments to observe Jack working in a boiling chamber. "Come on, Mirabelle," Finn encouraged. This Finn is impatient and irritable, unlike mine. I looked at a photograph, a damaged family portrait, and began to recall what had transpired in this timeframe. My stepfamily took over. Anastasia never rescued herself. She'd be on their side. My goal was to be among the village kids, gather enough knowledge about the kingdom, then organize a team to return.