“They no longer exist. It’s like they are being erased from time. All we know for sure is that something seems to be following the Grimms’ line and wiping each of them out,” Thistle explained softly.
“So you’re saying that because Mina is a Grimm, her branch of the family could be next? That Charlie, her mom, and she could be in danger of disappearing like that?” Nan pointed to the empty mirror.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Thistle hung her head.
“But you’re not certain it will target her family? It’s just a hunch? It could skip over her family entirely?” Nan’s voice rose in pitch with each question.
“It won’t,” Mina spoke up.
Ever turned to Mina. “It could be a fluke. Maybe it will stop. There’s no guarantee that the rats are right.”
“They’re not rats. Baynard is part of the trusted Guild of Fae Godmothers, like me,” Constance spoke up sternly. “We are doing the best that we can.”
“Well, maybe your best isn’t good enough. Maybe she needs a new Godmother,” Ever hissed.
“Ever!” Mina warned.
“No, she’s right,” Mei agreed solemnly. “I don’t know if I’m capable of protecting her. That’s why I pushed for allowing her friends to be a part of this. She needs help.”
“It’s too late. I’m already starting to fade. It’s happened to my brother and now me. Tell me you know what’s causing this!” Mina spun toward Constance and Baynard.
Constance sighed and looked to Mei. “I was afraid of that. Something has altered the course of the tale.”
“Which tale? This doesn’t sound like any I know of,” Mina said.
“Your whole life is one long tale, starting back to the very beginning with the Grimm Brothers. That is the beginning of your tale; you are in the middle of writing it.”
It wasn’t the news she wanted to hear. “And you’re saying that someone has altered my tale? How can that be?”
Baynard spoke up. “From what we’ve gathered, something big happened and altered the course of the Story. It may have to do with your ancestors. Do you see those mirrors that are yellowing and are covered with dust?”
“Yes, what about them?”
“They were not like that a week ago.
“What?” Nix, Nan, and Mina said at once.
“Something or someone has altered your history. It’s only a matter of time before this occurrence catches up to our current timeline.
“How do I stop it?” Mina asked. “How do I stop something that I can’t see?”
It was little Thistle that spoke up. She scurried down the wall and ran up Nix’s arm. “You can’t. Not at this time.”
“Then she’s a sitting duck. Not any duck—probably a Peking duck.” Nan ran to her friend and wrapped her arms around her. “Don’t worry. I will hold onto you. I’ll never let you go.”
“No, she has to go,” Thistle piped up again.
“You just said there was nothing she could do,” Nix intervened. “Make up your mind.”
Thistle tapped her foot impatiently. “You’re not listening. I said there’s nothing she can do at this time. She can still stop this.”
“How?” Mina and Nan chimed together.
“There’s nothing you can do in the present. You have to go back in time.”
Chapter 15