A Fairy Tale With a Twist Book 1: Mirror verse

Chapter 11

Jack's POV: I cannot handle magic. Mixing personal exploration and lessons from my family has given me the confidence to undertake this field trip.

Though it took him a while to get used to his new existence, he did. He told me stories of his homeland, the kingdom he had to leave behind, and the people he loved. Even though he was far away from home, he cherished the memories he had and the life he built.

He learned how to mend things with tools from Abuelo. So it seemed natural to me to find him in the workshop, his hands covered in grease and dirt, his eyes fixed on a piece of metal he was trying to bend into shape. I could tell it was difficult, and I wanted to help him.

Throughout my childhood, being raised by one parent, I gained skills to handle responsibilities. My dad is too tired from work; I try not to ask for too much and I prepare for school by myself. Since he started working as a pilot, he's always arrived early to his job, and he could cope with the schedule.

Jack is telling me to stay focused. Am I overthinking this? Does it make sense that anyone would say Fantasia is cursed, yet the place still has people living here with druids, fairies, and evil spirits? It's as if everyone has accepted the fact that this is the way it is, and there's nothing they can do about it. But I refuse to believe that. I can't help.

I think dad might be moving on or just making a friend outside his usual friend group, which is Kit and Kepler who are my friend's parents. "They were kind-hearted individuals," she added, "and you possess many similar qualities." "Listen, kiddo, sorry about your mom; she came to me when pregnant with you." My eyes widened. "What?" I asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of my voice. "You were familiar with her?" "Not well, but we had some conversations. She was scared, Jackson. Scared of what your life would be like, scared of not being able to protect you." I didn't know what to think anymore.

My mind was racing all over again. "Why was she scared? How did she know about you guys?" Was the elf telling the truth? "I wouldn't lie to you as a fairy; it's not my job to do such a thing. So, you don't know Manuel never told you about her." I knew her dad; she met her after moving to France, but she never told me where she was from. My grandparents visit once or twice a year.

"And what did you tell her?" What would I tell her without thinking of her staring at a picture of us? I pressed. "Oh, you know, just the usual things. I had some friends, but not many; I was doing great at school; and I didn't really mind having a normal life. I wish she would tell me where she is," she said, " Did she want more, or did she disappear on purpose?" I kept going; I don't know where this all came from. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. Luna patted me on the shoulder and said, "Jack, you're crying. I opened my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my face. "I can't believe I just did that," I muttered, wiping them away.

I suggested, "Is there a place where I can get answers on everything?" She took a place in the temple with a circle on top. Sand coming with desert elves meditating on the side. and placed her. "Desert elves or dune magic relies on connecting to the earth. Some are barefoot to feel the vibration of the earth. Our technology is advanced because of the resources around us and trading with fire elves." Luna gestured to the sand. "Sand can tell us stories about stories from the future and present." She paused, searching for the right words. "It's like a... a living, breathing library."

Her skin began to glow, and the sand formed words around her, "I asked what the cycle was reflecting on the sun. "It's for fortune telling and at times the elves would use our mirage magic to scare humans away. from trespassing," she explained with a playful grin. "But that was long ago, before the humans realized we were here and before they started taking our land."

A huge hourglass said, "Your mom got her answers from here. Picture baby Jack inside being healthy, but your answers just place a hand on here." She pointed to an empty hourglass, which took me to a great dome made of sandstone supported by giant columns carved from the rock. A great arch above the dome held a statue of a sun god, the light from his crown painting the sandstone with hues of gold and amber. The temple's interior was adorned with intricate carvings and mosaics depicting scenes of the desert earth elves' history and their reverence for the bull.

There were scrolls everywhere, some old and tattered, others new and untouched, all filled with knowledge about the world and its inhabitants. A small group of elves, both male and female, sat in a circle, deep in discussion about the history of their people and the current events in Fantasia.

A mad doctor with glasses is writing something on a sheet of paper. He has a very Yid Sen-type beard with bushy eyebrows. The creature inside the glass is a small white creature with smokey-like hands. Spirit was the doctor, remotely hurting the elves. "Stop it!" Luna was trapped in a web of electricity. "Jackson, was it? I've seen you since you got here, saying you're a man of science." Spirit sneered, continuing to write something on the paper. "You're no better than those who use dark magic to hurt others!" Luna shouted. "Well, it's not dark magic," Spirit replied, not even looking up. "It's just science. You should know that." He paused for a moment, then added, "Besides, you're not in a position to lecture me about morality, are you?" His voice dripped with venom.

He faced me and said, "Magic is against Auradon's rules, isn't it?" I muttered, "Technically yes, but..." he continued, "What would your dad say about lying to him and going off course on the field trip?" Getting annoyed: "What's your point?" He put down the remote. "I was the last scientist left to explore this place before it got cursed. I asked for help, but the elves wouldn't help a human. You, the rational one in the group, can talk to your friends about my offer." His eyes were pleading, like he really needed my help. I thought about it for a second, wondering if I could really trust him.

What is the name of a school that wants to go but doesn't have enough money to go? "My friends are my family; we made a choice, and if I do get into school going to be with them, they teach me not to work with a scientist that hurts people "who are." Luna got up, "the mad doctor."

"I don't think you understand what you're getting into," the man said, looking at her with pity. "This is no game. The doctor you speak of is not just some mad scientist. He is a genius, a visionary. He has saved countless lives with his research, but he has also made enemies. Enemies who will stop at nothing to bring him down." As we split up, I went with Luna to get the bulls, and the others used their sand to attack him. ' I hope it worked. The mad doctor used a fan to blow sand and used it against the elves. As she rode closer towards it, I put my desert glasses on to keep an eye on the sand storm. I had never seen Luna so determined. She rode her bull like a pro, dodging and weaving through the sand. I could see the anger in her eyes, but also the determination to save her family.

"I got an idea that led me to the middle," she gasped. "What?" I told her to trust me. She got me closer, zipping me into the middle of the storm. Using my science project, I transformed the small bag into a counter-shield. We floated in the middle of the storm, protected from the water and the wind. We waited for hours, but nothing happened. The storm slowly died down, and the water began to clear. Mixing sand and water together creates what's called a thixotropic mixture: while you mix it, it acts like a fluid.

Luna and the others trapped him in the earth prison before he disappeared. I was so tired that I had to catch my breath. I didn't notice a glow from the sun that brought a charm and appeared as a wristband. I was so curious about it that I had to touch it. As soon as I did, it attached itself to my wrist and started glowing. The glow spread throughout my body, making me feel rejuvenated. They were all looking at me, surprised. A scroll appeared. Luna signed it and bowed. "I'm your guardian fairy. It looks like, why didn't you take his offer?" I explained, "My dad taught me to stick to doing the right thing. Attacking people isn't right, nor is experimenting on people. If I get in trouble for helping, I can deal with it." She nodded understandingly.