TITLE: THE LAST PRINCESS
GENRE: MG Contemporary Fantasy
I looked in wonder at this little old lady squinting at me with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. “Who are you, my fairy godmother, or something?”
“Your’n? No. And a faerie’s about the worst choice for a godmother you could possibly pick. Don’t you read?”
“Of course I read.” I lifted my chin. “The complete Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson—”
“Piffle and poppycock!”
“Those’re mostly bedtime stories for children, girl. But who told those stories to the Grimms, eh?” She winked and cackled.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a hard nut to crack, Cat Brökkenwier, and no lie.” She crushed another walnut in her hand. “Sprites and brownies and elves! Goblins! Trolls! They’re all real. Or were. Most have gone a’hiding.” She pointed a gnarled finger at me. “’Cept you know how to find ’em.”
I just stared at her, the hair on my neck standing up. “How?”
“Because you’re one of ’em.”
They say, “Be careful what you wish for – you just might get it.” Yeah, they might’ve mentioned that before my dreams came true. Before I found out what I really was.
Because life was a lot simpler when I was just a normal twelve-year-old girl – well, normal- ish. Instead of castles and princes and faerie folk, my ordinary life was filled with homework and a little brother and the family plant business. And all I could think about was being somebody else.
I picked up a colored pencil from the floor beside me and squinted at my medieval studies homework.