Page 33 of Switched

“I’ll be careful,” I promise. “I haven’t even gotten past the first page yet.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Kayla is growing impatient. “If the book appeared when you needed it and allowed itself to leave the library, then it wanted to leave the library!”

“What are you talking about?” I ask. Kayla isn’t making any sense.

She puts one delicate hand on her right hip. “Didn’t you pay attention in class? Beauty said villain books can’t leave the library without permission because they try to control their reader by feeding them false information. Only a fairy is strong enough to withstand such impulses—most of the time. It’s why fairies protect villain books in the first place. If this book showed itself to you when you went looking for it, it can’t be trusted.”

“Then this must not be an actual villain book, because I’m not a fairy and it let me pick it up,” I counter. “And besides, a book doesn’t have feelings.” I pat the book, and it starts to glow. Peaches quacks frantically. I frown. “It wasn’t glowing like that before.”

Kayla’s eyes narrow. “See?” She begins backing away from the book. “Don’t open that book! It looks familiar to me. I’m not sure why, but you shouldn’t open it. You have to tell the teachers what happened.”

I huff. “You’re being ridiculous! Maybe this book trusts me to do the right thing, and that’s why it showed itself when I needed it to. Maybe it knows Jack and I are the ones meant to find Rumpelstiltskin.”

Kayla crosses her arms. “Rumpelstiltskin has been around a long time. Don’t you think if it only took two kids to stop him, someone would have already? Trust us. We—your friends, teachers, family—want to help Anna. You just have to give us time to figure out what to do.”

“Everyone keeps saying that, but no one is doing anything!” I feel suddenly desperate. “If Anna has decided to be good again, then I have to get to her before she changes her mind.” I look at the book again. “I’m opening it.”

“Don’t!” Kayla whips out her training wand and tries to zap the book from me. “Let me show it to Mother first!” I hold it tighter as Kayla continues to spell me. Peaches and Winston are squawking madly, and I jump up and try to run out of the room so she can’t stop me. That’s when I trip. The book goes flying across the room, opening to a page in the middle of the book. Kayla gasps as the book’s narrator speaks in a smooth, feminine voice.

Ten years before the Troll War, Rumpelstiltskin made an unlikely alliance with the one person he swore he’d never befriend: Alva of Elendale. Even though she had betrayed him more than once, Rumpelstiltskin and Alva made beautiful music together. It is said she was his one true love. Others said Alva used the trickster to do her dirty work in the fairy kingdom. The evil fairy and the deal maker created an unlikely alliance and worked tirelessly to find the ingredients needed to complete their biggest spell yet: one that would send them back to the past so they could change their futures.

The book slams shut with a bang, and the glowing stops. The four of us—the fairy pets included—stare at the book on the floor in shock.

“That voice sounded somewhat familiar.” Kayla makes a face. “And Alva dated Rumpelstiltskin? Eww.”

“That’s what you got out of that?” I tap the book to see if it will zap me. I’m able to pick it up, no problem. “Beautiful music together—do you think that is why he’s looking for music? Hayley mentioned that in her Pegasus Post.”

“Making beautiful music and actual music are two different things, aren’t they?” Kayla asks. “Didn’t her post also mention a book? What if he’s looking for this one?” Her face darkens. “And my mother was talking about a book too. You heard her the other night.”

I feel a little queasy. “It can’t be the same book.” Can it? Is this the book Rumpelstiltskin is looking for? Or Kayla’s mother? Why did the book find me? “What do you think the book meant about finding a way to the past? People can’t revisit their past. Can they?”

“I don’t think so. The book must be lying to you.” Kayla yanks the book from me. “I’m taking this to Mother. She’ll know what to do.”

“No! You can’t! I’ll get in trouble.” I try to grab the book again, and Peaches starts choking.

The duck opens her beak, and the mirror drops out again, clattering to the floor. It starts to glow, the glass on the mirror swirling like it does when Miri visits.

“Hide the book,” I tell Kayla.

Kayla holds the book behind her back, and we wait for Miri. Instead, the purple mist on the glass fades away, and a picture slowly comes into view. Kayla, Peaches, Wilson and I lean in for a closer look. People are working on some sort of assembly line. They’re kids! Kids I recognize!

A girl with dark-brown hair lifts a heavy parcel and carries it to another boy, both of them stumbling slightly under the weight. The girl is crying. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can see the boy yelling at the girl. Some of the other kids are crying too. The girl turns toward the mirror.

“Oh my God! That’s Anna!” I pick up the mirror.

“What’s she carrying?” Kayla asks as we watch the kids move large parcels that look like hay bales. The picture isn’t crystal clear, so it’s hard to tell. Two more kids start yelling at Anna now too. “Is that straw?”

“I think so.” I look for clues as to where they are. I don’t see Jack’s mom, not that I know what she looks like, or a cow. All I see is the Stiltskin Squad and miles and miles of blue sky. The ground is a white, fluffy mist. Are they on a mountaintop?

Suddenly, our view is blocked by a smaller kid. He’s got his back to us, but I notice his stringy hair, patterned jacket, and bright-green pants. He starts motioning wildly to Anna, and she bursts into tears and runs out of the frame. That’s when the kid turns around.

He’s no kid.

Rumpelstiltskin smiles cunningly, like he sees us. Then he waves his hand, and the mirror’s image fades to black.

“No!” I shake the mirror. Anna was so close. So close!

Kayla looks at me. “We are taking this book to Mother. Now.”