The view of the Prism Master collapses into a square image that’s framed by darkness. The picture zooms away from us until it’s only a pinprick of light in a sea of darkness.
Then, it’s gone.
Wolf Dex and I no longer visit the past. Now, we wait in perfect darkness. When this has happened before, a disembodied voice spoke to us. That doesn’t happen this time. Still, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
Someone watches. Listens. It’s definitely the mirror.
Someone watches. Listens. It’s definitely the mirror.“Hello?” I ask. “Are you there?”
“I didn’t hear any popping,” says Wolf Dex. “That means our wish isn’t over. The mirror is still here.”
A deep male voice echoes through the air. “I helped you. So did Snow White’s mirror. It’s time to thank us.”
“Uh, thanks?” I ask.
No
