Thread and Spool (A Twisted Fairy Tale #1) Page 4

  Stilt frowned. "I heard that King Henrik had found you. I had to take the risk and appear in the street like that. There was no time."

  "Thank you for helping me get away from those knights. Really," I said. "I appreciate it. Why were they--and this King Henrik--after me, and why is it day all of a sudden? It's like Plan Nine From Outer Space."

  Stilt looked at me as if I had antlers growing out of my head. I felt to make sure that I didn't, with the kind of night--or day--I was having. Check.

  "What's Plan Nine From Outer Space?"

  "A really bad movie," I explained. "It switched between night and day about eight times in every scene--wait. We were discussing this. What's going on?" I tried to lower my voice. I didn't know who was listening. "I really need to get home."

  Stilt ran his fingers through his hair. It was downy, like baby duck downy. I wondered what it felt like. "You are home. Welcome back to Fable."

  "To what?" I exploded. "Welcome back?"

  "Fable. This world." Stilt sat down on the bench and motioned for me to sit with him. I did. I felt dizzy. Could it be true? My parents never told me where I came from originally. The hospital I got left at when I was a baby didn't know who my birth parents even were. And I could spin gold. Maybe this really was another world.

  “So…” I said. “This isn’t larping.”

  “What’s larping?” Stilt asked.

  I checked to make sure the black carriage wasn’t behind us. “Larping,” I explain, “is short for live action role playing. It’s this thing where people get together and dress up like fantasy characters, like elves and fairies and knights and act out a role-playing game. Hardy liked to do that before he got into the video games.” I never went, even though I thought about it for a while.

  “Video games?” Stilt asked. “Oh. It’s something from the other world."

  “Correct," I said. I shook my head. I was in another world. Period. I glanced down at my dragon leggings and my hoodie. The wire of my iPod still stuck out from the pocket. I was going to fit in here like a Goth at a cheerleader meet.

  Stilt checked the road behind us. “Don’t worry,” he said. “This is the light side of Fable. We Legends come to the side the resonates best with us whenever we come through portals. King Henrik’s men must have ended up in the dark region when they went through. It always works that way. We’re safe for now.”

  “King Henrik?” I was a newborn here. “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t know anything about this place. And Legends?"

  Stilt glowed as much as ever, as if there was magic stuffed into every one of his cells. He smiled at me. I was getting dizzy. “This world's called Fable," he told me as if I were a two year old. It was super irritating. "This is the home of mankind's fairy tales and stories. This place is fed by their imaginations. And we're Legends, the characters in those stories. We've all been here for a long time. We live out our stories, die, and get reborn again, over and over. I have. And you have. We just don't remember it under normal circumstances." Stilt nodded, begging me to get it.

  "We're...characters in stories?" I managed. Wow. Stupid question.

  "Most of us are minor characters," he continued. "Extras, you might say, or from more obscure tales. Just the Grimms collection of tales has two hundred stories alone. I'm an elf, one of many, many elves here. But you, Brie, are a major character in a very famous fairy tale."

  My pulse raced, trying to escape.

  This. Wasn't. Happening.

  If what Stilt was telling me was true, it explained way too much.

  He checked out my pants. "I see you're drawn towards fairy tales. Your story always follows you. It doesn't matter how far you go."

  I stood up in the carriage, about smacking my head on the ceiling. "I want off."

  Stilt stood, too. We faced each other. I had to tilt my head down to look him in the eyes.

  "You can't," he said. "Not until you find something to wear that won't draw such attention to you. Henrik is bent on finding you and he has Watchers everywhere, even in the other world. They're his eyes and they're always marked with his coat of arms. One must have spotted you a short time ago."

  I let out a breath.

  Mr. Crinkle.

  He had a coat of arms tattoo.

  I cursed and sat back down. I put my face in my hands. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. But this place did seem familiar, like a faint memory tickling at the edge of my mind, one I couldn't quite catch before it flew away again. It was something about the sky. The flowers. Even the way the carriage bench felt under me. It felt right and that scared me.

  I was sitting next to an elf. And I hadn't even seen the driver's face yet. She hunched over, keeping the horses on the road. Another driver drew closer. I recognized a bunch of eggs in the back of his wagon.

  I took one more breath and sat back up. Stilt still sat next to me and he was close. Maybe elves didn't have a sense of personal space. My skin tingled at his proximity. "So this is the land of happily ever afters and glass slippers and poison apples? All the fairy tales are here, being enacted over and over again? So if I kiss a frog here, I get a prince?”

  "Yes. Well, if it's the right frog."

  I bit in a scream. My mother asked me to do that on the day my life changed for the worse. It’s about time you’re good at something.

  Stilt continued. "Sometimes, there are no happily ever afters. Some of the tales are...dark. Most of those have gathered in the dark region. Even the lighter tales have their dark sides." Stilt stared straight ahead and his inner glow died down a bit. A heavy thought seemed to be plaguing him.

  The driver flinched. I could tell even through her black robe. What was she hiding, anyway?

  "And others just seem to have happily ever afters," Stilt finished. "Your story is one of them."

  The other cart rolled past us. The man driving it looked tired and saggy. His hat hung over his face and I found myself checking his arms to see if he had a red coat of arms tattooed on him. He didn't, at least not on the arm I could see.

  I could spin gold.

  A King was after me.

  I must be--

  "The girl who's supposed to spin straw into gold," I said. "That's me, right?" I laughed. I was losing it. "And this Henrik guy is the one who's heard about me and plans to lock me in a room and make me do it."

  Stilt swallowed. "You're right."

  My stomach wound up in knots and I leaned over. "Man." It was the understatement of the year.

  Stilt shifted on the bench and watched the grasses and flowers roll past, as if he couldn't stand to look at me.

  "Wait," I said. "If I'm that girl, I'm not supposed to be able to spin straw into gold." I remembered the story a little bit. Mom never read to me much, so I must have heard about it at school. "This ugly dwarf guy had to come in and do it for her. Or me. Then he asked for her--or my--firstborn when she'd given him everything she had."

  Then he faced me. His eyes were big. Scared. "That's how it's always gone for you, Brie. Every single life. Henrik sent for you and ordered you to spin gold or die. And you never could. But for some reason, things are different for you this life. You can spin gold now and it looks like King Henrik knows. It's only made him want to find you more than ever."

  A long pause hung heavy between us.

  "King Henrik?" I asked at last.

  Stilt turned away from me again. "He's the most powerful and most evil King in the dark region. Greedy. Selfish, and always seeking more power. You know the gold he got from kidnapping you? The stuff that the little guy spun?"

  "Yeah." I wanted to jump out of the carriage and run into the trees. Hide. Stick my head under a rock. But at the same time, I couldn't stop listening to Stilt.

  "Gold is full of magic here. In Fable, it's almost the same thing." Stilt glanced down at my hands like he wanted to hold them. I didn't want him to, but at the same time I did. I wondered what it would feel like to have such a being intertwine his fingers with mine. "Like all the rest of us,
King Henrik used to die and be reborn so he could act out his story over and over. But each time he died, his gold never disappeared, and it's been accumulating for a long time in his keep. His stores of it got larger each time he kidnapped you, and now he has so much gold and magic that he's stopped aging and dying like he should."

  "So he's like, immortal?" I asked. The carriage rolled over a small bump. "And now he's cheating the system?"

  "Almost," Stilt said. "He's become more powerful than any of the magic users in Fable. And it was he who discovered that how life in Fable works. Since he stopped aging, he was able to witness us other Legends being reborn again and again. That gave him an advantage. He could learn our stories. Learn all the secrets of them. He could start to play God. He's getting so powerful that soon, he might rule all of Fable and bring it to darkness."

  A shudder raced over me.

  And then Stilt finished with the worst possible thing.

  "And he's also your husband."

  Chapter Five

  "What?" I exploded, rising again. I reached for the door and pushed it open.

  "Don't go!" Stilt grabbed my wrist and the tingle shot up my arm again.

  "Let go of me." I pulled against him, but he kept his grip. I had to run from this.

  "I'm sorry," Stilt said. "He was your husband, I should say, before you died last time. But he will be again if he finds you. He wants his Queen back more than ever now that you have the ability your father always bragged that you had."

  I stopped pulling and whirled around to face him again. "I am not his Queen."

  "You have been, more than once. Many times. And every time, it ends the same way."

  I remembered him saying something about how some fairy tales seemed to have a good ending. "So my story...didn't end well." I made myself sit down again. Stilt was trying to help me, after all. He'd proven that, even if I didn't know who he was yet. I had to at least listen to him.

  I took a deep breath. Calm down, Brie.

  "Yes."

  "How does it end? My story, anyway?" My mouth was dry. My throat, painful.

  Stilt studied his leather boots. “Do you think that Henrik never once asked you to spin more gold for him after you had married? Your secret never stayed safe from him, Brie. He asked you to repeat your feat again some time after you had gotten rid of that little man, and you couldn’t."

  “And then?” I asked. I knew I shouldn't ask this question. I really, really shouldn't.

  “He had you beheaded. That’s the part of the story that no one ever tells. That no one ever thinks about.”

  I jumped in my seat. I couldn’t say anything. Ice stabbed through my veins and a scream rose in my throat.

  “Well, now you know the truth,” Stilt said. He went silent like he was waiting for me to say something else. "And now everyone else knows, too. Henrik was happy to tell your story to others once he learned the truth about all of us. His subjects all know and word has spread through Fable that you were the girl who deceived him. And now, for some reason, you've been born again with the ability to spin gold. You can't tell anyone who you are or what you can do."

  "I wasn't planning on it." My words came out in a croak. "How did I get this curse and how did I end up in the other world, anyway? Did Henrik give me this ability so I could be his good little wife and make him richer when he found me again?" He must have. It made sense. But it still didn't answer the question of how I got in the other world if I was born here.

  "It does sound like something he would have liked to do," Stilt said. "He knows you can spin gold. He must. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent for you again, knowing that you tricked him in all your past lives."

  "And if he finds me, he gets enough gold and gets more powerful and takes down this world," I said. "Great. I need to get back. Hide." I searched around the landscape for any buildings. Any kind of magical gateways that led back. There was nothing but lush green forest. An occasional field.

  "Your story is hard to escape," Stilt said. "Now that I know that we all live the same lives over and over, it just seems...pointless." He let his hand slap to his trousers. "We've got to fight back. Somehow." His glow faded a bit and he sat back, saddened. He didn't have much hope. That made me feel a lot better.

  "I agree." At least I had someone on my side here. "And the little guy who spun gold for me? Shouldn't the King just go after him if he knows how the story really goes?"

  "That would make sense," Stilt said. "A lot of sense. But he wants a Queen."

  "He can look somewhere else," I said. My stomach turned. I imagined what Henrik could look like and I shuddered. "Someone can tell him how dating sites work. I'm not having anything to do with a guy who's had me killed in all of my past lives, even if he wants to keep me alive in this one. It sounds like Hardy all over again, times ten."

  And I pushed the door open and jumped out this time.

  "Brie!" Stilt yelled. "You don't remember anything about this world. You can't just go wandering out there by yourself."

  "Sure, I can," I snapped. "I'm going home. If I walk back that way, I'll come out in that pumpkin patch, right?"

  The carriage stopped and one of the horses snorted like it was impatient. And took a crap again. Come on, it seemed to be saying.

  "It's not that simple," Stilt said. "There are places back in the other world that can lead to Fable, yes, but only at the stroke of midnight. They're always places that make people think of magic and fairytales, that connect them to the old stories. It might be an old cottage in a forest, or a castle, or--"

  "Disney World?" I asked. I took another step away from Stilt, who leaned out of the open door.

  He made a face. "Maybe."

  I laugh. "That would be hilarious. Disney World employee gets sucked into magical realm. That would be a headline. Anyway, how do these things work?" I meant to say, how do I get back? "If what you're saying is true, I must have found a way out of here before. Maybe my parents thought I was cursed and wanted to get me away from Henrik."

  "They might have." Stilt waved me back into the carriage, but I refused to budge. "But it's not easy getting back to the other world. You need some magical artifact capable of transporting you. Like a magic mirror. I had to sneak into Henrik's castle and use his to get over."

  My heart sank. I wondered how he'd done that. "Does anyone else have one?"

  Stilt shook his head. "Henrik has been gathering magical items for a long time. He wants to have them all eventually. The mirror came from an evil queen in the dark region. He had his knights steal it from her." Stilt held out his perfect hand. Well, it was almost perfect. I caught a glimpse of a reddish line on the top of his wrist, almost like a scar, but he shook out his arm a bit and the sleeve fell over it again.

  "So why did you bring me here? To where King Henrik lives?" I asked.

  "He was right behind us. We had no choice at the time." Stilt glanced at the driver, who kept her black hood lowered over her eyes. How could she see what she was doing? "You must have been miserable in the other world. I'm sorry."

  I flinched.

  Stilt had hit it right on the head.

  "How did you know?" I asked.

  "It's your story. It always follows you and catches up," he said. "People used you, didn't they?"

  "Can we talk about something else?"

  "So does that mean you're getting back in the carriage?" Stilt asked.

  I turn away and stare at the green glow underneath all the trees. The forest went on forever, with rays of sun poking down through openings and illuminating wildflowers of every color. This place was beautiful, way more magical than the park I used to play in with Hannah before my parents moved me away and never let me talk to her again.

  Used.

  That was my life back there.

  And here wouldn't be any better.

  "Come on," Stilt said.

  I'd ask him what he wanted out of me later. That would come soon enough. There was nothing but forest up and down the dirt path
. No Mickey D's and no Wal-Marts. Not, of course, that I missed either one. I climbed back into the carriage and sat down. Stranding myself in the woods wouldn't help me much. It might even get me killed. Weren't there wolves and stuff in fairytales?

  And Stilt knew this world. Maybe the elves had magical artifacts. They had to be magical themselves. Were elves good or bad in fairytales?

  I also wasn't in the mood to meet any talking animals. Especially ones that wanted to eat me. Even if this was the lighter region of the fairytale world, there still had to be some bad parts--right?

  "Okay," I said. "Let's go." I got back in and sat down. This was better than letting Henrik find me. How old was King Henrik, anyway? I was afraid to ask.

  And even more determined not to find out. "I take it that if this King finds me, he's not going to give me much choice about the wedding, right?"

  "None at all. Often, choices don't exist here," Stilt said. "Arranged marriages are the norm, especially among the wealthy."

  "What's the farthest point from the darker part of this world?"

  "I'm not sure," Stilt said. "None of the Kings even know."

  "There's more than one King?"

  "There were a lot of Kings in the old fairytales," Stilt said, "and a lot of Kings here. There's one in a village up ahead."

  "He's not like Henrik, is he?" The driver cracked the reins and horses walked again.

  "No. Of course not." Stilt dodged my gaze. "He's a kind King."

  We rode for a long time. I kept checking to make sure the forest wasn't getting darker and we weren't headed any closer to King Henrik after all. The forest began to thin and the trees grew farther apart. A few rabbits ran across the dirt path and vanished into the weeds. Mom and Dad would be home in the other world right about now. I wondered how long it would take them to realize I was missing. If it had been a bad night at the casino, it wouldn't take them long at all. If they'd had a good night and brought home some winnings, it might be a couple more days. Mom and Dad were rarely up when I got ready to go to school.