Ok, I've been super busy with things lately!
Here's a little teaser for another book I'm writing, I'm still working on the first but it's going slowly. I'll probably have more up by the middle or end of July.

I waited but nothing happened. I looked to Carpet, but it just hovered watching the mirror.

Something swirled in the glass. Then to my shock a face appeared. He was old and wrinkled, his eyes were sad and his mouth was hardened in a grim line.

"Do you always have to ask if you're the most beautiful woman mistress... Oh, it's you." Although I was taken aback by the face in the mirror, I answered quickly.

"What did you say? How do you know who I am?"

The face sighed, "Satina has gotten into an annoying habit of asking me if she's the most beautiful maid this last century or so..."

"What? Century?" I cut in,

"Why yes I'd say Satina's been around for about nine centuries, you know she's a powerful witch all ready."

"Wait a moment, how do you know anything about me?"

"I am the slave of the mirror, I make it my business to know everything. In fact, it is my business."

I shook myself a little.

"So my father married a nine-hundred-year-old witch?"

The slave tipped his head as if shrugging

"it happens to the best of us."

I wanted to fall into a chair, but there wasn't one.

"If you look behind that spinning wheel you'll find a stool that will suit your need."

I fetched the stool, sat and stared at the slave's face.

"Can you... Read my mind?"

His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"It's a bit disturbing I'm sure, but if you think about it, why does it really matter that I know what you're thinking? I cold of course tell Satina that you've escaped your tower room..."

"You wouldn't would you?" I said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"It would profit me nothing. I can't gain any profit at all in fact. Satina most certainly is not the fairest maiden in the land."

He looked at me in a strange way.

"Even though you don't look like much now, you're soul matches you're outward appearance. You can take that as a compliment my dear, you are quite lovely."

I wasn't sure what to say to that.

"Escaping the tower?" I prompted.

"Ah yes," he said sighing again.

"I cannot help you."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's interfering with the fates, that's one thing I cannot do. You're destiny was chosen before you were born, as was mine."

He looked even sadder then before.

"But the point is that finding a way out of this tower will help you on your path, you don't need my help."

I slapped my knee exasperated. I knew he could read my thoughts so I remained silent. "You can't order me to tell you, I may be enslaved to Satina, but I am not to you, even with a spell. Don't think about me like that, I don't control the way magic works. But nothing down here will help you, you've always had a way to escape."

"Then just tell me, I don't want riddles."

"Ah but it doesn't matter what you want, what you need is always the same."

I was tired of listening to him talk circles around me. I stood up and Carpet flew off its' perch on an old wardrobe.

"Oh, when you do go, take that young carpet with you as well. He doesn't deserve to be left down here to loose his magic."

I looked at Carpet,

"so you're a boy are you?"

Carpet nodded. I turned back to the slave of the mirror

"will you tell Satina?"

"If she directly orders me to tell her where you are I must obey. But Satina does not know you, she very well may ask the wrong question and then an answer could be avoided."

I nodded "thank you,"

I turned to go

"do I need to say another spell to send you back to, wherever it is you came from?"

"Yes, just say the word 'dormant' and that will work well enough."

I repeated the word and the mirror began fogging again.

"I won't see you again except from a far" he said his voice echoing.

"Remember too..." 

But he had already gone.

Confusing? Probably.

It'll make sense when I get the first story done and this next one rollin'.