• The real picture of the castle finally fell into place.

    The first thing Sarah noticed was that there were endless staircases, that were moving, changing shapes in the air. Next, that everything was made of glass; the burning torches' fire was somehow shiny, white, and smooth, the walls, floor, and many mirrors that were linded all around the floor that she was on. Maybe someone would pop out of nowhere, and she would have to fight. The mirrors would do an excellent job of confusing her.

    She reviewed it over and over again. She spent ten seconds looking at everything she could see.

    And as she was observing one of the mirrors, something gold caught the corner of her eye. Sarah spun around, to find an absolutely beautiful, enourmous mirror that was lined with solid gold, where strange symobls and drawings of dragons, unicorns, and a fairy were carved.

    Sarah inched closer to it, and when she was within two feet of it, she saw the room, but not herself. Only one-hundred transparent, human figures floating around the room.

    She found her head spinning around to look behind her, but found the empty, glass room.

    Sarah saw a beautiful fairy-ghost figure (in the mirror) in a silky pink ball dress smile gently, float down, put her hand on something invisible (that must have been Sarah), and say in a musical voice, "Come dance with us!", then floated back up.

    When the ghost had put her hand on Sarah's shoulder, she had felt it. And for hours, she watched the graceful "people" swirl and shimmer.




    Especially the girl in the pink dress. She and the boy she was dancing with were the last ones there. And then they started walking up a staircase.

    The first thing to do would be to follow them. But there was no way Sarah alone could see them without the mirror, or lift it off the ground for half a second.

    She heard her feet walking towards one of the two-thousand torches, her hand lifting it off the wall, and throwing it with all her strenghth at the mirror.

    It shattered.

    Except for one piece, which was shaped like a running unicorn with a mane and tail made of fire. And somehow had a seperate gold rim with the same carvings. Sarah picked it up and flashed it around the room. So far she could see no one. Suddenly, she saw a swirl of pink vanish behind a door . . . that was at the top of eighty glass-changing staircases.

    Sarah groaned, and dashed for the staircase that was at the floor. Every two seconds, the stairs would change into a dragon then back. She timed it, then stepped onto a stair. It rumbled, then an enourmous vibration knocked her off her feet. Her hands naturally snatched the cool, lumpy back of a dragon.

    Sarah trembled with fear as she went up and down with the glass dragon's breathing. It twisted and turned, breathing the same vicious white fire as the torches. She slid her body up onto his head, then patted the two-foot width between the eyes. That was how she had done it on the alligator to calm it down.

    Apparently it worked, and the dragon started to flap its' enormous wings up and down, and up and down again.