Eveline spent the next couple days pouring over books in the library, and searching for records. She hardly slept. Every minute she didn’t have something brought her that much closer to disaster. She could feel the tension rising as each day passed.
Finally in the early hours of the morning she found something she thought would help. She read it over and over again, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Then she got up and went in search for the things she would need in order to make it work.
“Finally,” Harper said, “You’re out of the library. You’ve been in there for days, I thought you’d never come out.”
“It felt like I’d never come out,” Eveline laughed.
“Well, I’m glad to see you again,” Harper said as she helped Eveline change.
It was the middle to the night. Eveline grabbed the bag of supplies that she needed and slipped out of her bedroom. She glanced down the hallway and checked for soldiers, when the coast was clear she left her room and hurried down the hallway.
There seemed to be more soldiers roaming the hallways than usual that night, and she was constantly in a state of terror. She felt like a criminal sneaking around the castle looking for an escape. Finally she made it to the tower where the queen had thrown herself out of the tower.
She pushed the door open, holding her breath as it let out a groan. She searched the area, her heart jumping to her throat. Luckily nobody came to investigate. She slid herself into the room. It was an old storage room. Dust and cobwebs filled covered each surface in the room.
She cleared a space in the middle of the room and then got into her bag. She drew a circle in the dust, and then drew a star in the middle of it. She then placed a candle on each of the points of the star and lit them up. Standing in the middle of the star she closed her eyes and turned around three times, whispering the chant that she had found.
On her third time around wind started up in the airless room. Eveline shivered and crossed her arms in front of her to ward off the chill. Near one of the windows a shadowy figure started to form.
“What do you want?” the figure asked.
“I…I, well” Eveline stammered, “I have a question for you.”
“Speak,” the figure commanded.
“Well, my sisters are going crazy or getting really sick. They could be dying, and well,” Eveline hurried on, “I was just wondering if there is anything I can do about it? Can I fix it? Prevent it? Anything?”
“Maybe,” the figure said mysteriously.
“What do you mean?”
“It will take courage and strength. It will be difficult,” the figure said, “Are you up to it?”
“Yes,” she said, “Now, what do I have to do?”
Instead of answering her the figure reached a shadowy hand out at her. Eveline’s head started thumping and the room started shimmering. Eveline closed her eyes tightly. When she opened her eyes she was standing in a darkened hallway. A man was there pacing anxiously outside the door. She recognized him from the party. He was the king. He couldn’t wait for his child to be born. He had been waiting for what seemed like forever. Finally a nurse emerged from the room. She was frazzled, but looked happy.
“So?” the king asked excitedly.
“It’s a healthy baby girl,” the nurse said gaily.
“A girl!” the king exclaimed, “How’s my wife?”
“She’s fine. Tired, but happy. You can go in and see her if you’d like.”
The king rushed into the bedroom. His wife was lying on the bed, propped against a few pillows. Her hair was hanging limply about her pale face. He walked over to the bed and sat down gently. She smiled at him weakly as he kissed her cheek. A nurse came over and placed a bundle of blankets away from her daughter’s face. The two parents couldn’t have been happier. She had a healthy pink glow about her. She was a ray of sunshine in their lives.
The room started shimmering again and she was back in the tower room. She felt nauseated and weak. Her whole body was shaking as her legs gave out on her and she collapsed to the floor.
“That is the birth of the princess,” the figure said as Eveline pushed herself into a sitting position.
“Princess?” she asked.
“Yes, the king and queen’s little girl,” the figure said.
“Why did you show me this?”
“It is where it all began,” the figure said mysteriously as he faded back into the background.
Eveline let her body fall back to the ground. She waited until she had regained some of her strength back, and then, weak and tired she made her way back into her room. She had just walked into her bedroom door when there was a knock on the door and Harper walked into the room.
“Good morning Eveline,” Harper said cheerily.
“Morning Harper,” Eveline yawned.
“Oh nothing,” Eveline yawned, “I just didn’t sleep too well last night.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harper said, “Would you like me to come back later?”
“If you would,” Eveline said, sitting on the bed.
“Of course,” Harper said, leaving the room.
Eveline fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes. Exhaustion cut out all other thoughts from her mind, and she fell asleep.