Princess Diaries program from hell? Did you look at me and wonder how something so ugly could be created from you and Daddy? Do you finally have the daughter you’ve always wanted? I always knew I was a big disappointment, but this is…are you happy?”
Callie stood there, eyes downturned.
“No, Sophia, she’s not happy. If there is someone to blame, blame me.” Sophie was surprised to see Georgia standing in the doorway.
Georgia walked deeper into the room and noticed the shattered mirror.
“Now, I know my daughter didn’t do this because she knows how much this mirror means to me.” Georgia stooped to pick up a few pieces of mirror before throwing them onto the floor. “Sophia, was breaking the mirror necessary? You are going to have to get control of your powers because I can’t have you tearing this Vasilikós apart. Not to mention I find such wasteful demonstrations of your powers vulgar and tasteless.” Georgia flicked the tips of her fingers away, as if brushing a piece of lint off her dress and the motion swept the pieces of shattered mirror into a neat pile. Again, she flicked her hand in dismissal—sending the fallen curtains, brackets and bar back to their rightful place. “That mirror has been in our family for longer than I can remember. It was given to this Vasilikós by Athena herself. I believe it was forged from late evening mist, Hades gold and starlight.”
Sophie snorted in response, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling out from her. “Evening mist and starlight? Don’t forget pixie dust and cotton candy.”
Georgia grimaced. “Callista, you will teach your daughter to hold her tongue and to give a Demigod of my status the respect I deserve or I will bind her tongue until she learns her lesson.”
Georgia clapped her hands, which sent the pieces of mirror into the air. They hung like miniature prisms, filling the room with a light.
“Assemble,” Georgia said, a spark shooting from her right hand. The pieces zoomed around each other, each acting like they possessed a mind of their own, as they located their original starting place.
“With all due respect, Georgia,” Callie spat out, fighting the buzzing in her head urging her to remain quiet, “stop showing off.”
Callie stood and walked over to the floating pieces of mirror and placed her hand flat against the mirror’s surface. Her hand began to spark and glow with heat, and with a slight push the floating wall of glass slammed into the mirror’s frame with a loud crash.
Sophie walked past her mother and stared at the mirror, while dripping bits of light slid over the cracks, fusing them together and restoring the mirror back to perfection.
“Are we witches? Vampires?” Sophie asked.
Georgia snorted. “Goodness, no. How silly to even suggest such an idea. In addition to requiring a natural ability to cast, witches require spells, potions and other nonsense. I’d go out of my mind having to remember the correct pattern of words or carry a wand. Don’t misunderstand me; some of my good friends are witches. As for the vampire thing, we are a far cry from those horrible creatures. Vampires aren’t the tortured, brooding creatures that possess a strong jaw-line, piercing eyes and six-pack abs. Such rubbish, but I digress,” Georgia said, as she walked toward the hallway.
“Callista, why you have such difficulty doing a simple task like this, I’ll never know.” Georgia stopped and straightened a tilted lampshade. “We’re Muses,” she said, glancing at Sophie, and walked out the door, calling behind her. “Hopefully your mother can explain the rest without my help.”
Without anyone touching it, the door slammed closed behind Georgia.
Chapter 12
Sophie snorted. “We’re insane. That’s got to be it. Either I’m nuts or this is a dream. And I’m leaning towards crazy. I mean I’ve always known you lived on the border of Crazytown, but not me.”
“Sophie,” Callie started, but Sophie motioned
Callie stood there, eyes downturned.
“No, Sophia, she’s not happy. If there is someone to blame, blame me.” Sophie was surprised to see Georgia standing in the doorway.
Georgia walked deeper into the room and noticed the shattered mirror.
“Now, I know my daughter didn’t do this because she knows how much this mirror means to me.” Georgia stooped to pick up a few pieces of mirror before throwing them onto the floor. “Sophia, was breaking the mirror necessary? You are going to have to get control of your powers because I can’t have you tearing this Vasilikós apart. Not to mention I find such wasteful demonstrations of your powers vulgar and tasteless.” Georgia flicked the tips of her fingers away, as if brushing a piece of lint off her dress and the motion swept the pieces of shattered mirror into a neat pile. Again, she flicked her hand in dismissal—sending the fallen curtains, brackets and bar back to their rightful place. “That mirror has been in our family for longer than I can remember. It was given to this Vasilikós by Athena herself. I believe it was forged from late evening mist, Hades gold and starlight.”
Sophie snorted in response, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling out from her. “Evening mist and starlight? Don’t forget pixie dust and cotton candy.”
Georgia grimaced. “Callista, you will teach your daughter to hold her tongue and to give a Demigod of my status the respect I deserve or I will bind her tongue until she learns her lesson.”
Georgia clapped her hands, which sent the pieces of mirror into the air. They hung like miniature prisms, filling the room with a light.
“Assemble,” Georgia said, a spark shooting from her right hand. The pieces zoomed around each other, each acting like they possessed a mind of their own, as they located their original starting place.
“With all due respect, Georgia,” Callie spat out, fighting the buzzing in her head urging her to remain quiet, “stop showing off.”
Callie stood and walked over to the floating pieces of mirror and placed her hand flat against the mirror’s surface. Her hand began to spark and glow with heat, and with a slight push the floating wall of glass slammed into the mirror’s frame with a loud crash.
Sophie walked past her mother and stared at the mirror, while dripping bits of light slid over the cracks, fusing them together and restoring the mirror back to perfection.
“Are we witches? Vampires?” Sophie asked.
Georgia snorted. “Goodness, no. How silly to even suggest such an idea. In addition to requiring a natural ability to cast, witches require spells, potions and other nonsense. I’d go out of my mind having to remember the correct pattern of words or carry a wand. Don’t misunderstand me; some of my good friends are witches. As for the vampire thing, we are a far cry from those horrible creatures. Vampires aren’t the tortured, brooding creatures that possess a strong jaw-line, piercing eyes and six-pack abs. Such rubbish, but I digress,” Georgia said, as she walked toward the hallway.
“Callista, why you have such difficulty doing a simple task like this, I’ll never know.” Georgia stopped and straightened a tilted lampshade. “We’re Muses,” she said, glancing at Sophie, and walked out the door, calling behind her. “Hopefully your mother can explain the rest without my help.”
Without anyone touching it, the door slammed closed behind Georgia.
Chapter 12
Sophie snorted. “We’re insane. That’s got to be it. Either I’m nuts or this is a dream. And I’m leaning towards crazy. I mean I’ve always known you lived on the border of Crazytown, but not me.”
“Sophie,” Callie started, but Sophie motioned
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