Goddess of Magic: A Snow White retelling (Kingdom of Fairytales Snow White Book 4)

seeing in the underground room. Though at first glance, it appeared as if there were fewer of them than before. It could have been a result of them being in a different environment, though. I knew a change of perspective could make things look different.
There was one big change I hadn't expected. The people weren't alone. Something flew along above them, but it wasn't moving in a way that resembled any birds I'd ever seen. I squinted against the sun and tried to will my vision to bring me closer. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Apparently, the magic didn't work like that. I hoped that would change in time. Being able to control which part of the vision I was focusing on would make a big difference.
It flapped its wings again and breathed fire.
Wait. Fire? Was that...no. It couldn't be. The only thing that made sense was that it was a dragon flying above them. I knew they existed, but I'd never seen one in person. I supposed that this wasn't in person either, though if my instincts were correct, that would change once they reached Enchantia.
I pulled my attention away from the creature with difficulty. As magnificent as it was, I wasn't going to learn very much from it. If I wanted to know more about why they were coming here, and what would happen when they did, then I'd have to find other clues.
"How long until we get to Enchantia?" one of the girls asked.
"We'll be there in a few days," Azia responded.
So they were coming to us. I'd felt like that was going to be the case for a while, but it was good to have some confirmation of it.
The vision started to swirl and fade, and I let it leave me. I'd already learned something from this vision, which was a start, and better than the other visions I'd managed to force on myself.
Topher's room came back into focus to reveal him standing in front of me, a concerned look on his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "You didn't respond to me."
I nodded eagerly. "I had a vision."
"Oh." He pushed a cup of tea and a plate with a small cake towards me. Good. I was parched.
I drank the tea down eagerly. Apparently, having visions took a toll on my body. That was a good thing to remember. It meant I should be prepared whenever I tried to do it.
"What did you see?"
"The people with the eyes," I responded eagerly. "They were coming towards Enchantia."
"Is that a theory or..."
I shook my head. "No. They said it. They said they were only a couple of days away."
"And you think they're coming for you?" He bit into one of the cakes while he waited for me to answer.
"I'm sure of it." And I was becoming more and more certain, the more I saw. "And I think they hold the key to saving Mother too."
Topher leaned back in his chair. "What makes you think that?"
"I'm not sure. It's only a hunch." I felt silly even saying it, but if anyone was going to believe me, then it was Topher.
To my surprise, he nodded. "Then it's a hunch we'll listen to. You said we have a few days, right?"
"That's what they said. Though I have no idea when the vision took place. It could be today, last week, next month..."
"I think it's the near future," Topher said. "From everything you've said, your visions seem to be imminent."
"That's true."
He reached out and grabbed my hand again and laced our fingers together, sending a flood of warmth through me. "Then, we'll prepare as if they'll be here this week."
"Thank you," I whispered. I hoped he knew how much I appreciated his support.

30th October
I knocked before slipping into my parents' room.
"Kelis," Father said, getting up from his seat and giving me a warm hug. I leaned into his embrace, accepting the comfort that could only come from him. The only thing better would be a hug from Mother, but that was impossible.
I pulled away and studied his face. He still looked tired, but it wasn't anything new. This had simply been the way he'd looked to me ever since Mother's curse had set back in, and he'd started sitting with her every night. I wasn't even sure where he was sleeping when he did. There wasn't another bed in the room, and the dwarves barely left her side unless they had to.
No wonder news of Mother's condition was starting to get around the castle. Father hadn't been seen in weeks, and food for eight was being sent here several times a day. It was only a matter of time before the press got wind of it and started sniffing around themselves. It wouldn't take them very long to work out the truth.
"How is she?" I asked, even though I could probably guess at the answer.
Father ran a hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up all over the place. My heart broke for him. This was hard enough on me, but must be even tougher on him.
"No better and no worse," he admitted. "I almost wished there’d be a bad change just so there could be one."
I nodded. It made sense. If something worse happened, then we'd be able to start processing it, potentially even start grieving. But at the moment, we were simply trapped between hope and despair. Neither could win out while nothing changed.
"You should come sit with me," Father said as he retook his place by the fire.
I followed him over and took a seat opposite him.
"I take it no one new has come forward with any more potential cures?" I asked.
Father sighed again. "No. But I suspect that without putting out a wider call and letting the public know exactly what's going on, we won’t."
"Ah. I'd rather not get them involved."
"It might be time to," he countered. "Especially with the Fright Festival coming up."
I winced at the idea. While I'd been excited to get