Circe woke in her chamber of mirrors, afraid for James and what might befall him in Never Land. In her dream she saw James bleeding and alone, his heart broken and full of rage, and he was calling out to her, and she regretted not trying harder to keep him in the Dead Woods. Circe had been using the dreamscape to sleep since the breaking of the worlds. The only way she could rest was by using a sleeping enchantment, else she be plagued by the terrorizing events with her mothers. For those familiar with the many stories in the Book of Fairy Tales, this is the Chamber of Mirrors in which Aurora slumbered while under the sleeping curse set upon her by her mother, Maleficent. It is where everyone who is under a sleeping enchantment goes, though most don’t remember being there afterward, which is a blessing—because for those who learn to wield the magic of the mirrors they often see things they wish they hadn’t. Imagine if Aurora remembered what happened to her while in the Chamber of Dreams. The horrors and truths she learned would haunt her forever. We still wonder what would have happened if Maleficent hadn’t put that sleeping curse on her daughter. Would she have turned into a dragon as her mother had on her sixteenth birthday, and set the lands ablaze? We still mourn what might have been with Aurora. All that magic stuffed away deep inside her, we sometimes wonder what would happen if we should decide to awaken it. But unlike Aurora, and the others who came to slumber in the Chamber of Mirrors, Circe remembered. It was the only way to let her body rest, while her mind constantly hummed with magic.

The chamber was comprised of innumerable mirrors, all of them windows into other worlds. Circe could see anyone or any place she desired; all she had to do was say their name. “Show me Lucinda.”

Circe flinched when she saw the mirror crack like a lightning bolt, shattering her mother’s image into three, even though now she only had one mother rather than three. A painful reminder that Ruby and Martha were no longer physically with them.

“Mother! Why are you doing this to James?” Circe’s face was fierce and her voice was full of rage. Circe hated summoning her mother in the mirror, and speaking to her these days only brought Circe pain.