Chapter 5
Soon they arrived in the grand hall of the gallery. The moonlight shone through the glass ceiling, bouncing off the polished cement floor and illuminating the room. Ciaran put the shoebox on the floor where the room received the most moonlight.
They didn’t need to wait long before a shimmer of fairy dust whirled in the air. Ciaran glanced at Cinderella’s dress to ensure she didn’t have any of the mercenary's blood on her. He was pleased to see that she looked as beautiful as when she first arrived, even after the fight with the mercenary when he met his fatal end. It didn’t matter that Ciaran didn’t believe in fairy tales. What just happened was as real as it could get, and he didn’t want any brutal aspects of this reality to invade the fairyland.
A kind-looking fairy appeared
