Reign (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale, #4)(67)

As Mina felt the cool silver tube in her hand, she wanted to cry. “How? Why are you giving this to me now?”

“I had to make sure it wasn’t dangerous, so I brought it to my brother who studied it and took it apart. We had to make sure it wasn’t a weapon.”

“You took it apart? What if it doesn’t work now?”

The brownie looked offended. “He wouldn’t have broken it. See? It looks as good as new.” She paused and looked eagerly at the silver object in Mina’s hands. “But he didn’t know what it does. What does it do?”

Mina lied. “Nothing. It’s just a good luck charm.”

Now the Fae had the schematics to make a seam ripper. All because of her. Things were getting stranger by the minute. She tucked the seam ripper in her pocket next to the Grimoire.

“Thank you.” Mina answered, unsure about what she was supposed to do next. Captain Plaith, wearing his sun and moon emblazed armor, was the one who appeared at her door to escort her to the final test. He seemed on edge, worried. Similar to how she’d seen him when she and Nix snuck into the palace before. Though this time, he had less gray hair.

Everything was a daze. She barely registered walking the halls. One minute she was in her room, the next she was outside being led across the dew-covered palace lawn. There was a slight chill in the air, and a morning fog crept along the ground which only added to her dismal mood. The fog hid the maze until she was almost right on top of it.

Green. Walls of twisted green bushes rose out of the ground, ten feet high.

“The maze is over two square miles in size. In the very center is the glass observatory. That is your goal.” Captain Plaith relayed information to her the same way he relayed information to his troops—formal and direct.

She could hear voices on her near right and caught a glimpse of Ever and her escort just before they disappeared into the morning mist.

A loud, haughty voice laughed to her left, and Mina cringed. Annalora’s laugh would haunt her for days. She was glad the fog hid the horrible girl from view. Only briefly did she wonder where Dinah would end up.

“Each of you will be entering from a different side of the maze. But be careful. It is enchanted. You will come face to face with your true self inside, and that can sometimes change people.” He clipped his boots together and turned abruptly, presenting her very own entrance to the maze—a large silver door decorated with vines and roses. She couldn’t help but think of Alice and Wonderland. Would she the words “Off with her head” today?

The beautiful door loomed in front of her. Mina’s future depended on the choices she’d make once she entered. It was too much for a seventeen-year-old girl to take.

Queen Maeve and King Lucian stood on the nearest palace balcony overlooking the maze. He addressed the contenders. “Remember, only the most worthy among you shall make it to the tower. Once the princess has made it into the star observatory,” he pointed to the tower, “a light will shine across the land for all to see.” Lucian seemed pleased with his announcement and placed his hand around Maeve’s waist.

Two trumpeters on either side of the Fates lifted their instruments to their lips and began a melodious fanfare.

Mina was neither nervous nor excited. She was sick to her stomach and really just wanted to find a place to throw up. This wasn’t happening. She shouldn’t be here. The trumpeters ended the fanfare, and the final contest began.

As Mina approached the silver door and her hand brushed the iron latch, she almost lost her nerve. What was she going to do? She had to enter, or at least start the contest. She turned the latch and the door swung inward with barely a creak.

Swallowing back her misgivings, she entered the maze. The grass was soft and a pleasant aroma of poppies surrounded her. The door swung closed behind her, and Mina gasped. She grabbed at the handle and twisted, but it was too late. She was locked inside the maze.

Forward was the only option. As she moved farther into the maze, she kept her right hand on the hedge and tried to follow the twists and turns by never letting go. She wandered that way for most of an hour. After a few more bends, she came across a beautiful stone bench.

Trying to use the bench as a marker she continued on for another hour and wound up right back at the same bench.

“What?” she turned in a circle and looked at the entrances to her little seating area. “Okay, I’ll go this way.” She took off again on a mission to get as far away from the bench as she could. Forget the tower. After another hour, the bench greeted her once again.

“So this is how it’s going to be, is it?” She spoke to no one in particular.

Mina decided to sit down and think things through before she went on. She knew—or at least thought she knew—what was going to happen. All of her steps up to this point had seemed oddly destined. There was no doubt in her mind that she had already come to the past and had a part in the division of the books and even in giving the seam ripper to the Royals.

But the possibility of what could happen next terrified her. She wasn’t sure how to proceed without messing up her own timeline. She was here to change things, after all, but what was right? And what would ruin everything? Should she sit and wait for Annalora to make it to the center of the maze and to Teague? Maybe by doing nothing—she was doing something. If only that was the answer.

No, waiting didn’t feel right. She caught her breath and continued searching the maze.