The Girl With Two Shadows.

May 1959

Lucy moved into the house on Cooperton Avenue when she turned seven years old. Or rather, her parents moved into the house. It’s not as if she had any say in the matter. After living there for two years she still didn’t feel quite right. The house stood directly across the street from Amon Heights elementary school. She attended second through fourth grade at the small brick schoolhouse but had not made any real friends in that time. The other girls talked mostly about shoes, skirts, and dances. Lucy had no interest in those things. Clothing was just something that you wore. She didn’t understand why so many people made a big deal about it. And as for dances, well, those meant boys and Lucy had zero interest in that subject. 

More than anything, Lucy cared about the past. She read any history book she could get her hands on. Everything from ancient Egypt to local lore held her attention. She obsessed over the colonial era and made it the focus of many of her school projects. While searching the library for historical literature she came across an odd book- a small hard-bound volume with no title. Opening it, Lucy realized it was a journal, not a published book. The entries were hand written. 

She opened a random page and read:

May the 11th, Wednesday. A fine clear morning. The early songsters warble their notes and all nature seems to smile, but a darke cloud hangs continuously over my soul and makes the days and nights pass heavily along. 

May the 14th, Friday. Sister comes here this night much distressed about her baby son who is much oppress’d with phlegm. The Doctor believes unless she could promote some evacuation he could not live. We seem to have little or no sense of anything but our troubles.

Flipping backward through the pages Lucy found the cause of the author’s sorrow. 

April the 28th, Thirsday, Nathaniel buried my little Molly Amon ‘neath the sapling he’d planted in anticipation of her birth. The church graveyard does not accept stillborns.

There was no name given to the author of the diary, but Lucy surmised that Nathaniel Amon must be her husband. That name sounded quite familiar to her though she couldn’t quite place it.

Searching the book to see who had taken it out in the past, Lucy noticed it had no card and no Dewey Decimal number assigned to it. This was not an actual library book, just a diary that someone had left here for some reason. With that realization she felt no qualm about plopping the book into her bag and leaving the library. Perhaps she would find the owner and return it.

On the walk home she came across the large oak tree in the middle of the sidewalk. She’d passed it by many times, but this time she took notice of the plaque that said:




Above the plaque a burr knot grew out of the tree. It was about the size of two adult fists side by side and somewhat resembled a face. Lucy pulled the book out of the bag to make sure she’d remembered correctly. Sure enough the phrase “ Nathaniel buried my little Molly Amon ‘neath the sapling” convinced her that this tree was planted by the man mentioned in the diary. In fact, she suspected that this was the very same tree, nearly two hundred years later.

Lucy placed her hand on the tree and spoke the name, “Molly Amon”. She stood there for several seconds, not knowing what she expected to happen. Realizing that she may be standing on the grave of a stillborn infant, Lucy quickly stepped back and walked around the tree on her way home. 

As she walked the sun began to set. She loved how the shadows grew longer at this time of day. Often Lucy would dance and move while glancing at her own shadow, pretending it was that of a giant. 

Turning to look behind at her shadow she was shocked to see she had two. Spinning around Lucy made sure that no one was secretly walking beside her. No one was. Lucy had to accept the fact that somehow she had two distinct shadows.

Lucy had read the occasional science book. She understood that shadows were caused when an object blocked the light. She also knew that two sources of light sometimes caused two shadows, though one was generally lighter than the other. The phenomenon occurring here was something else altogether. 

When she moved, it moved, but unlike her usual shadow, the second shadow seemed to dance on its own. Its feet stayed connected to hers when she stood still, as is normal for a shadow, but its arms and legs flailed and pranced about as if it were relishing the power of movement for the first time. This was unsettling, but Lucy was an intelligent girl and knew that such strange happenings needed to be studied. So she pretended not to notice the shadow as it followed her home.

When she got to the house on Cooperton avenue her mother told her to wash up for dinner. In the bathroom mirror Lucy could see her two shadows on the wall behind her. One mimicked her motions as is to be expected while the other waved its arms in the air behind her. 

“Knock it off!” she whispered to the shadow as she spun around to face it. “If mom notices you she’ll lose her mind!”

The shadow settled down somewhat. 

At dinner Lucy was polite and quiet as her father preferred it. When she was finished she helped her mother clear the table and went to her room to do her homework. 

In the light of the desk lamp the shadow started to walk about her room. It always kept one foot attached to Lucy, but the other would lift as if the shadow were pacing about in boredom.

“I have to do my math!” Lucy chastised the shadow. “I need to do well in school.”

The shadow rested on the bed, its arms outstretched. 

After schoolwork and bath Lucy retired early while her parents watched the evening news. She frequently stayed in her room reading so her parents had no inkling that anything was amiss. 

Late at night Lucy awoke to see the shadow stretched up onto the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there?” Lucy asked. The shadow pointed down at the bed and then at herself. “Oh, you want to sleep in my bed?” Lucy asked. The shadow nodded. “Okay, but you have to be quiet and stay put. No more antics.” 

The shadow made an ‘x’ over its heart.

The next day the shadow went to school with Lucy. It remained relatively well behaved, and only occasionally danced about when no one seemed to be looking. 

At recess Susan was skipping rope with Patty and Nancy. Susan was not Lucy’s friend. None of the other kids were, really. Lucy didn’t mind that. She preferred to be left alone. But for some reason the trio had decided to play near the wall that was Lucy’s favorite reading spot. 

Not wanting to cause a stir, Lucy sat down on the concrete with her back against the brick wall several feet away.

She pulled the diary out of her bag and began to look through it, but was distracted by the jumping girls. Susan leapt into the air rhythmically as the other two arced the rope around and around. With each leap her skirt flipped up slightly.

Susan gazed directly at Lucy and stopped jumping suddenly. The other girls let their ends of the rope go slack.

“Are you looking up my SKIRT?” she accused. “Oh my word! Lucy! Are you a dyke?”

Lucy was not familiar with that word. The only definition that came to mind was a dam in Holland. But she could tell from the context that Susan meant something else entirely.

“I’m telling Miss Evans!” shouted Susan for the whole schoolyard to hear. 

Miss Evans called out from across the blacktop, “Susan! What seems to be the problem?” as she approached. Miss Evans was the young, new teacher’s aid the school had just hired.

“Lucy!” said Susan, “She tried to look up my skirt while I was jumping rope. I think she’s a-”

“Enough!” chirped Miss Evans, “I’m sure that Lucy was just looking up at a cloud or something. Isn’t that right, Lucy?”

“Yes, Miss Evans.” said Lucy. That seemed to settle it.

The other girls resumed skipping rope and Lucy put her face in her book and tried to act like she didn’t know that Susan had accused her of being...something. 

Later that day when they were exiting the school Lucy kept her head down. Susan was walking ten feet in front of her and she didn’t want to draw any more attention or be accused of looking at the other girl. The sun was bright that day and it cast the girl’s shadows to the right of them as they crossed Cooperton Avenue. Lucy glanced down at her two shadows.

Her regular shadow marched along with her just like the shadows of all the other kids, but her second shadow stretched out its tenebrous arms and grabbed Susan’s shadow by the throat!

Lucy stopped in the middle of the street as she saw her new shadow throttle the shadow of the other girl.

“No! Stop!” she shouted. 

Everyone stopped, including the crossing guard.

“What’s the matter, little girl?” said the man dressed in a yellow smock, holding a tiny stop sign. 

The shadow had stopped its attack and was now heeled beside Lucy.

“Nothing sir.” she said, rushing past the other kids and up to her house.

“What a little weirdo.” said Susan at Lucy’s back.

Lucy’s mother was in the sewing room, mending one of her father’s shirts. As Lucy entered her mother waved at her with scissors in her hand.

Lucy waved back and crept up to her bedroom.

She sat at her desk and retrieved the diary from her bag. She was certain that the diary, the tree, and the shadow were all connected. Lucy hoped to find a clue in the pages written by this unknown author.

May the 23rd, Friday. I am much distressed. No clothes ironed, fretted and tired almost to death and forced to stay at home. Nathaniel knowes I have been to visit the sapling. He doesn’t know that I brought my Molly back with me. If he finds out he will try to bury her in the cold ground once again.

That was the last entry in the diary. After it several pages had been torn out and the rest beyond that were blank.

Lucy threw the book aside. She couldn’t bear to read anymore. She stood up from her reading desk and saw the shadow. 

“What are you doing?” she said, as the shadow flourished a pair of shadow-scissors.


In a flash the shadow hands snipped at Lucy’s feet.

Two swift cuts and the shadow was freed from her.

It slipped out the door and down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” said Lucy as she chased after it out of the house and down Cooperton Avenue.

The shadow glided along the sidewalk for several blocks until they came to an old church that Lucy had never taken notice of before. Behind it stood a small, overgrown graveyard.

The shadow slithered through the iron fence. Lucy climbed over it in pursuit.

The shadow slid from grave to grave as if it were looking for something.

Finally, it stopped at the cemetery’s single mausoleum.

The name “AMON” was chiseled across the top.

Looking inside Lucy could see two stone sarcophagi. 

“Is this the grave of Nathaniel Amon and his wife?” she asked the shadow. It nodded.

“Why are we here?”

The shadow entered the mausoleum. Not knowing what else to do, Lucy followed. It was nearly pitch black inside, but eventually her eyes adjusted.

The first sarcophagus bore an inscription that read:

Nathaniel Henry Amon. Teacher, Husband, Father. 1743-1786

The inscription on the second read: 

Mary Elizabeth Amon. Wife and Mother. 1749-1774

The shadow threw itself upon the grave of Mary Amon. 

“She was your mother, wasn’t she?” asked Lucy. “You were the stillborn?”

The shadow nodded once more.

“But how? You don’t look like a baby.”

The shadow shrugged.

“What do I do now? Just leave you here with your mother? Is that what you wanted all along?”

Lucy stepped out into the midday sun. The shadow did not follow her.

The next few days were close to normal. Lucy went about her usual business with only one shadow like everyone else. She steered clear of Susan and the other girls and generally kept her head down.

On Saturday Lucy went to the library to return the diary. She knew it didn’t actually belong there but had no idea what else to do with it. When she entered the librarian was talking to a man Lucy didn’t recognize. He was a short man in a dark gray suit carrying a shiny black briefcase. He was very pale and had dark eyebrows. 

“I’m sorry sir.” she overheard the librarian say to the man, “We don’t have any such book in our collection. The friend who claims to have seen it here must be mistaken.”

“I am disappointed.” spoke the man, “My associate was quite insistent that the book could be found here. Might you check once more?”

The librarian sighed and went to double check the catalog.

Lucy quietly stepped over to the history shelf where she’d found the diary days ago. She thought it best to put the book back where she’d found it instead of on the returns cart. Placing the diary gently on the shelf, she turned to leave.

“Hello child.” said the strange man who was now blocking the aisle.

“Um. Hello.” she croaked.

“What’s that book you placed there?”

“Um. It’s just an old diary. I think I’m in the wrong department...I should leave”. She tried to walk around him.

“Child. You’ve read, that diary? Have you not?”

“A little. It doesn’t-”

“Did you finish it?”

“Um. No sir. I just leafed through it. Only a few entries honestly.”

Pushing past her, the man retrieved the diary and flipped to the last entry. 

“Where are the missing pages?!” he bellowed.

“Wha- I dunno. Those pages were gone when I found it.”

“Liar! What did you do with the key? Are you working for the Voiceless?”

“Mister, I don't know what you’re talking about. I’m just a kid. I just like to read. I don’t know anything about your keys.”

The man was furious. He cracked Lucy across the cheek with the diary in his hand. She fell to the ground.

The man leafed through the volume once more.

“This book is USELESS without those pages. Do you take me for a fool?” 

He lifted his leg as if to stomp on her. Lucy saw his black shoe headed for her face and winced at the coming blow.

It never landed. The man fell back. She scrambled to her feet and saw him wrestling with someone-no some...thing.

A mess of black tendrils wreathed around the man as he struggled on the floor of the library. 

“What?” she gasped.

The man grappled on the floor with a shadowy being. When Lucy spoke it turned a face toward her. It was her second shadow, but somehow it had grown in size...and power.

One of the shadow’s hands momentarily let go of the man, just long enough to gesture for Lucy to leave.

Lucy ran around the man and the shadow. She fled the library entirely. She ran at least two blocks toward home before she slowed. She passed the old oak tree in the middle of the sidewalk. At its base she saw a small yellow envelope with her name written on it in plain letters. 

Exhausted from running Lucy sat on the bench by the tree. She opened the envelope. Inside it was a white card with a message in black ink.



Lucy looked up at the burr knot on the tree. It seemed to have nearly doubled in size since she first noticed it days ago. The face looked oddly cherubic, like that of a blissful infant.

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The Princess Television

November 1983

Andrea Baldwin had lost all of her friends. Sarah and Lisa both went off to college far away and now had careers and fiancés. Kim got a job and an apartment in the city. The rest of her graduating class had either moved on or just stopped answering their phones. It seemed like by her mid 20s everyone she knew just drifted apart. Apart from her, at least. 

Andrea worked at a photo developing kiosk in the mall parking lot. It didn’t pay much, but it gave her plenty of time to read. After work she typically went to her one-room apartment, ate a frozen meal, and watched tv until she fell asleep. Usually on the couch. 

One night during a Mork and Mindy rerun her tv screen went fuzzy, then blacked out entirely. 

“Dammit!” she said, as she got up to give it a whack. That usually got the old tube running. But this time it did nothing. She smacked it a dozen times to no avail. 

Giving up, Andrea hit the lights and went to bed reading “Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern”.

In the morning she awoke with the book on her face and a cat on her chest. Monroe, her overfed tabby with terrible breath, swatted at her gently to remind her that feeding time had come. 

She stumbled into the kitchen to open a can of cat food and plop it into a decorative bowl on the floor. Monroe attacked the bowl as if he’d never eaten in his life.

After coffee and a quick shower Andrea headed to the bus stop to take the 404 to work. As she exited her building something caught her eye.

A small pink television sat on the curb, presumably left for the garbageman to take. Andrea looked around but didn’t see anyone in the vicinity. Thinking of her dead TV up in the apartment she decided to give this one a shot. She picked it up to find it surprisingly light. 

As she lugged the set back to the building the 404 bus pulled up. 

“Aw crud.” she said to herself, but this little tv drew her attention. She couldn’t just leave it to be found by someone else, or worse, sent to the dump. She climbed the stairs to her place and brought the small television in. She could always catch the next bus.

Monroe dashed at her feet the instant she entered. He meowed hungrily, as if he hadn’t just eaten an entire can of salmon pâté. 

“Fine.” she said, and opened another can. This one he devoured just as quickly. 

Andrea placed the tv on the coffee table and plugged it in. She half expected it not to work, but the screen flickered to life. She turned the knob but all of the channels she knew loaded static. Getting frustrated she twisted the UHF dial all the way to the end. When nothing happened she noticed the rabbit ears sticking out of the back of the set. She pulled them up and adjusted them.

Suddenly the snowy rush of static switched to an image of actual falling snow. An unfamiliar theme song swelled from the set’s tiny speakers. The sweeping and dramatic music sounded vaguely classical. A title appeared on the screen as the camera panned over what appeared to be a fantasy kingdom. It read “The Quests of Seraphina” in a fancy script.

Andrea had never heard of it, but she loved fantasy novels and films. She would just watch a little before heading out to the bus. It turned out to be the initial episode of a series about a princess tasked with solving magical mysteries and saving brave dragons from cruel knights. Each episode contained an inversion of a standard fantasy trope. Andrea found herself immediately drawn in by the show’s premise and especially by its protagonist, the beautiful Princess Seraphina who righted wrongs throughout the wintry land of Arodem with her wit and courage all while wearing delicate flowing dresses, each more elegant than the last.

The next thing she knew the sun had set and she remained glued to the tv. She’d missed work and hadn’t eaten all day. Monroe sashayed underfoot again, meowing for food. 

“I’ll get to it.” she said absently, never taking her eyes off the screen. The show continued to play, one episode after the other. It must have been a marathon. Andrea didn’t even notice the utter lack of commercials during or even between episodes. They just ran into one another.

The next day she called in sick. And the day after that. She stopped leaving her apartment altogether. She only moved from her spot to feed Monroe or use the bathroom. She lost weight and stopped showering. Her hair became greasy and matted. 

She watched at least twelve hours of the show a day. She must have been sleeping periodically but even her dreams were full of the magical adventures of Princess Seraphina in the fantasy land of Arodem. The difference between waking and dreams became so blurred that she couldn’t tell where real life stopped and the show started.

Then one day the doorbell woke her from her reverie. 

She answered the door in her pajamas to find her old friend Kim- a short young woman with cropped black hair, a leather jacket and dark lipstick. Andrea almost didn’t recognize this new look. In high school she had mousy brown hair and dressed conservatively. Living in the city must have changed her.

“Hey!” she said, looking Andrea up and down. “Are you sick or something?”

“No. I’m fine.” Andrea lied.

“I’ve been trying to call you for weeks! I finally looked up your address and came by to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” Andrea said again.

“Are you sure? You look...not good.”

“I had the flu,” said Andrea, “but I’m getting over it now.”

“Can I come in?”

“No! I mean… I’m watching my show.”

“What show?”

“The Quests of Seraphina.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ve never heard of it?” said a surprised Andrea. “It’s this great show about this princess who goes on all these adventures.”

“Sounds cool.” Kim said, “Can I watch it with you?”

“No! I mean… I don’t want to miss anything.”

Kim looked taken aback by this reaction. She and Andrea had always been close, closer than either of them were with Sarah and Lisa. Andrea felt the uncomfortable weight of guilt in her stomach as she slowly shut the door on her. She did her best to avoid the palpable sense of betrayal in Kim’s eyes.

Once she closed the door, however, Andrea returned to her comfort space with Seraphina in the land of Arodem. 

When she turned toward the television the screen was missing. It wasn’t broken. Just missing. Andrea leaned in to get a closer look and she felt a crisp winter breeze against her face. A sudden burst of wind coming from the TV blinded her for a moment and a bright white light engulfed her.

As her vision returned Andrea found herself standing in a snow-covered meadow at mid-morning. Her pajamas had been replaced by a diaphanous gown and her greasy, tangled hair had become luxurious and flowing in the winter wind. Pine trees surrounded the field in which she stood. Beyond the trees she could see what appeared to be chimney smoke rising into the clouds.

“Princess Andrea!” came a voice from behind her “You’ve finally arrived!”

Andrea spun around to see Princess Seraphina grinning back at her. Standing beautiful and proud, the protagonist of her show stood before her in a sinuous white dress that waved in the breeze.

“Seraphina?” she said, “How?”

“Anderak the sorcerer, probably.” said Seraphina, “Or mayhaps ‘twas Jazeroth the trickster spirit. No matter how, you’re here! You've come to me at last!”

“How-how do you know who I am?”

“My dear, you know who I am, do you not?”

“Well, sure, I’ve been watching you for a while now.”

“Well, I have been watching you in turn! Did you think the magic only worked one way?”


“The magical box through which you view me.”

“You mean the TV? A pink box about this big?” Andrea said, gesturing with her hands.

“Tee-Vee?” asked the Princess, “I know not this word, but if that is what you call it. It is a magical box that allows discourse between our two realms.”

“I see.”

“Yes, and I could see you as well. I implored Anderak to use it to bring you here, but he said it was likely impossible, yet here you are!”

“Anderak, the chaotic wizard from your show?”

“The same! He is quite capricious, but as you know he will sometimes aid me in my quests...when it suits him. But he did not seem keen on breaching the portal between our as a backup plan I made a deal with Jazeroth.”

“Jazeroth the demon prince?”

“He prefers the term ‘Trickster Spirit’, but yes. I know he is not to be trusted, but I had no other choice. I needed to bring you here.”


“I need you to save Arodem!”

“Me? Save Arodem? But how? Why me?”

“There is a prophecy, darling. It says that only the watcher in the dark can shatter the Mirror of Ombra.”

“Mirror of Ombra? I’ve never heard of it.”

“It is a dark artifact. A cursed object that is draining the power of our beautiful land.”

Andrea realized only now that she must be dreaming. Her waking and sleeping worlds had been so intermingled that she frequently became confused as to which was which. But this was certainly a dream. In previous dreams it felt like she was merely watching a new episode of her favorite show, but this one was different. She actually became a character in “The Quests of Seraphina”! Andrea rarely became aware of a dream while it happened so she decided to embrace it and have an adventure with her imaginary idol.

“’re saying that if we destroy this mirror, Arodem will be safe?”

“There will always be new threats to our fabled land, but yes, for now Arodem will be saved by you and you alone!”

“I’m in!” said Andrea.


“What do we do?”

“First,” said Seraphina, “we need to get to the Cavern of Twilight through the Emberwood.” 

Andrea followed Seraphina as they marched through the forest, feeling the biting cold as the winter chill passed easily through her flimsy garment.

“How do you manage to have adventures in these outfits?” asked Andrea. “I’m shivering!”

“Oh, I do not feel the cold. It is one of the benefits of being a magical princess.”

“I don’t remember that ever being mentioned in the show.”

“My dear! I am ever so sorry for your predicament. Once we have destroyed the mirror the magic of Arodem will protect you as it does me! You will never need feel the pain of cold weather again.”

“I sure could use some of that magic now,” said Andrea, her arms wrapped around her frame.

“Here,” said Seraphina, as she draped a necklace over Andrea’s head, “for now the Amulet of Boreas will protect you.”

“That’s a little deus ex machina.” said Andrea, but she couldn’t argue with dream logic, and besides, the cold subsided instantly and she felt as warm and comfortable as if she were seated by a nice fire.

The pair trudged on and soon came to a clearing in the woods. At the edge stood a rock-face and a wide-open cave.

“Is that it? The Cavern of Twilight?” said Andrea. “This has been pretty easy so far.”

“Oh, my sweet Princess Andrea. No one who has entered the cavern has so far returned.”

“Why is that?”

“Some sources say that an evil creature lairs here and devours all who try to find the mirror.”

“Well, let’s get going in there then.”

“Andrea! Such bravery. Do you not even have a moment’s pause before facing such peril?”

“Nah, I’ve seen the show. We’ll get in there and there will be a dragon, or an ogre, or a werebear. They’ll threaten us but you’ll trick them with a riddle or figure out that they’re actually just misunderstood and win them over to your side. We got this.”

“My word, such a cocksure princess you are! Nevertheless, our quest awaits. Into the cavern with us!”

The two peered into the gaping maw of the cave, seeing only darkness. Entering it, their eyes slowly began to adjust. Sure enough, came a disturbing sound from a tunnel at the far side of the cavern. 

“Who disturbs my slumber!” said a gravelly voice.

“Tis I, Princess Seraphina and my stalwart companion, Princess Andrea! We have come to right the wrongs being done by your cursed mirror!”

“Yeah!” said Andrea, “Hand it over!”

A massive creature with the head and body of a lion, a scorpion’s tail and a disturbingly human face padded into the cave.

“A manticore!” gasped Andrea. “I don’t think you’ve done one of those before.”

Seraphina seemed a little nonplussed at Andrea’s glib attitude in the face of danger, but she moved forward. “Do as my companion says, foul beast, or we will be forced to take action against you!”

The creature lunged at them. Even though she knew she was dreaming Andrea let out a yelp as she felt the manticore’s fiery hot breath upon her. The two princesses split to either side of the beast. That was when she noticed the talisman hanging on a chain from its neck - a shiny black mirror in a pink frame. 

“The mirror!” she shouted as she reached for it.

A flash of burning pain ran down her arm as she did so. The scorpion tail of the beast had found purchase on her shoulder while she grasped at the artifact.

“Trickster! I have need of you!” shouted Serpahina to the air.

A radiant glow filled the cave as a man with the face and ears of a rabbit appeared beside her. Jazeroth, the trickster spirit had arrived.

“Remember our bargain!” he said as he leaped to Andrea’s aid.

“This doesn’t feel like a dream.” she muttered as she nearly passed out from the pain.

“Hold still.” said the trickster as he laid a furry paw on her shoulder. The pain subsided almost instantly.

“You saved me? But why?” asked Andrea as Jazeroth barely pulled her out of the way of another swipe of the deadly stinger.

“So that you can use this!” he replied, presenting a longsword.

“What? I don’t know how to wield a frigging sword!”

“Andrea! Help me!” cried Seraphina. 

Andrea spun around to see that the manticore stood atop her about to maul the princess.

“No!” she yelled, feeling very much like this was not a dream at all.

She didn’t remember taking the sword but as she sped toward the beast she felt it in her hands. With a fierce arc she brought it down upon the creature’s neck, breaking the chain that held the mirror and cutting off the manticore’s head in one blow.

Panting and covered in blood Andrea fell to tears.

“This isn’t how it goes.” she said, “Seraphina...your show isn’t violent. You always talk your way out of trouble. This whole thing is so very wrong.”

“It matters not, sweet Andrea. You have won the day and saved me for a change. Now you only need to destroy the mirror and you will truly be a magical princess just like me.”

“Yes.” agreed Jazeroth. “Break the screen! Shatter it!”

“The what?”

Seraphina languished on the cavern floor beside the corpse of the manticore.

“The Mirror of Ombra! Only you can destroy it! Quickly, please. It is draining my life force as we speak!”

Andrea brought the sword down once more, shattering the black mirror. For an instant the cavern went dark. When the light returned the manticore and Seraphina were gone. Only Andrea and Jazeroth remained in the cavern.

“Where is she?”

“She’s gone. You’ve freed her.”

“Freed? What do you mean?”

“The magic box was her prison. She is free now. Thanks to you.”

“I don’t like this, Jazeroth. I want to wake up now.”

“This is not a dream, Princess Andrea. This is a story. And you are the main character now.”


The credits rolled on the small tv screen in Andrea’s apartment. Her hand reached out and shut it off. 

Her other hand pressed down on the rabbit ears and the set began to shrink until it became a tiny talisman. Scooping Monroe up, Andrea’s hands fixed the charm to his collar.

There was a knock at the door. Andrea’s body went to answer it.

It was Kim again. She’d come back with an arm full of Chinese takeout. Andrea’s face smiled to see her friend.

Seraphina’s voice spoke.

“Come inside, dear. Tell me all about your world.”

Intro and outro theme 

Music Provided By Mediacharger

Artist: Darren Curtis

Track: Demented Nightmare


Background Music Provided By Mediacharger

Music Created By : Myuu

Song Title: Growing Shadows


Theme Music to The Quests of Seraphina was Stars and Warriors by Ezietto