Story Illustrations

by

Rena Dementia
-The events unfolding in front of Rosella looked so real and close that she didn’t notice herself extending a slender finger toward the magical mirror...
-She cast a longing glance at the shimmering mirror and the adventure that lay behind the glass. Two palace guards had shown up to hang a heavy tarp over the magic mirror even before Rosella reached the top of the stairs to her bedroom.
-Seeing just how far down it really was from out here on the ledge made her tiny heart pound as a cornered rabbit’s might. After a couple deep reassuring breaths that she was okay, Rosella lifted her tender cheek from the rough wall of the castle, sure it was raw, to slide herself a few more feet over. Her hands trembled, and palms sweat in contrast to the cold stone beneath them as she moved.
-Curled up under the tree was a rather large cobra not but 10 feet from where the young princess stood. Its tongue flickered while it seemed to sway about, consistent with only one detail. Its eyes were on Rosella, like it recognized her.
-Rosella had a while to ponder her mistakes, as she died a painful death of snake poisoning.
-She wheezed as the pressure of the bog crushed her petite torso.
-She was however, not Connor, rather she was princess Rosella of Daventry, and a bit of a squirm was the best she could manage.
-They circled the perimeter of the room, just outside the light, watching her with those eyes.