Old box

Old box


I brushed the thick dust from the old jewellery box that layed in our attic.

“Don’t go up there.” My mother said. I couldn’t understand why. I mean, it was just an attic. I never knew. I never knew that my mother was an enchantress. I didn’t know that I desceneded from some of the most powerful enchantresses in history. I didn’t know that it was a mirror inside, a mirror that could do over the everyday actions in your life. It could make your life perfect, you could change time. With it, I thought I could make history. My life would be perfect. Well let’s just say that it was far from perfect. I would never want to see the mirror again.

Chapter One: Finding and Hoping

“I want to see it.” I hiss to my cousin Cassandra. Our parents were discussing in the kitchen after insisting that Cassandra and I leave the room.

“…..powers….growing……finds out………..secret….attic.”

“What’s in the attic? What’s the secret? What powers?” Cassandra whispers to me.

“I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out.” Slowly, we walk up the stairs to the attic. The old, ancient steps cackle and creak at our every step. We venture into the attic. My heart pounds, don’t go into the attic, my mother’s words come back to haunt me. What’s in there. I grab on Cassandra’s arm, ready to stop her.

“I don’t think we should be here.” I whisper to her, afraid. I know my eyes are brimming with fear.

“Look, my mother’s been keeping secrets from me all the time, from the moment I was young. I just want to figure it out.” She cracks a small smile. “Hey, curiosity killed the cat, right? But satisfaction brought him back.” Fearlessly, she walks up to the top of the stairs and opens the door. A bright light shines from the opening, and Cassandra is gone.

“Cassandra?!” I try to shout as a whisper. I only have one choice, I thought, I have to follow here.

“Athena! Come look!” Her voice is filled with curiosity and wonder. I run up to catch her kneely at an old wooden jewellery box. Slowly, I brush my hand on the top layer of the box, picking up a layer of grime on my way. Wordlessly, Cassandra opens it, a mirror rises up. The screen glitters and shimmers against the faint light of the attic, making it sparkle like thousands of stars and constellations in the sky.

“What do you think it is?” she peers at me.

“I don’t know. But It dosen’t look safe. We don’t even know what’s up here is…not dangerous. For whatever reason our mothers kept it from us, is probably a good reason. Cassandra, let’s go.” The words come out of my mouth but I don’t really want to go.