Sarah opened her eyes. The light her of desk lamp reflected off of of Samuel’s mirror sitting beside Sarah. She sat up at her desk, and found the green jewel next to the mirror. “Tonight,” Clover’s voice echoed in Sarah’s mind, “you’ll enter the mirror. You’ll see people in trouble. Help the people before Shamrock arrives.”
Sarah took the jewel and transformed into Clover. She set the mirror on the ground. Slowly tugging at the top of the mirror, Clover stretched the mirror until it reached her height. She looked in the mirror, seeing dry ground reflecting. The warmth and bright light of the sun flooded out of the mirror. Clover took a deep breath, then stepped through the mirror.
On the other side of the mirror, Clover could see brown fields of dried out crops, and a few farms scattered across the last.
“Who’re you?” a man asked.
Clover turned to see a couple of farmers and a farmhouse behind her. “I’m Clover. I’m a magical girl, and I’m here to help with the problem you’re having.”
“Little kids can’t fix problems like this,” the other man told her. “You’d best go back where you came from.”
“I can and will fix the problem,” Clover told them. “Just tell me what the problem is.”
“Tell–” The first man wiped a cloth across his sweaty forehead. “Tell you the problem? You just said you’ll fix it, and you don’t even know what the problem is? Go away, kid. We’re busy here. We need to see if we can salvage any of these crops.”
“What’s wrong with them,” Clover asked. “They all look brown.”
“That’s because they’re dried out,” the second man explained. “We’ve had a strong summer this year, and no rain at all. This bad harvest’ll affect the entire State, and the States nearby.”
“Can’t you get any water to them?” Clover asked.
“It’s not that east, kid,” the second continued. There is a river passing by close on the other side of those hills of in the distance over there, but there’s no way we can irrigate it in time for this season’s harvest.
“Then I’ll bring the river here somehow,” Clover told the two men. “I can do that, because I’m a magical girl.” She turned and hurried to the hills.
It’s a long run to the hills, but Clover arrives and finds the river. She decides the easiest way to move the water is to use wind. She waves her wand, and the river water lifts into the air, becoming clouds. Another wave of the wand puts wings at Clover’s back. She flies into the sky and guides the clouds to the farms. Once the skies are filled with clouds, Clover waves her wand, and rain begins to fall.
The two farmers, and others, all gather to thank Clover for her magic. Determining Shamrock must be on his way, Clover sat under a tree to wait for his arrival. Looking up at the white clouds in the sky, and Clover noticed the clouds becoming larger, and darker. The rain fell harder and harder, and crops started washing away in streams of water.
Realizing she made a mistake, Clover stood, and lifted her wand. With the wave of the wand, a green beam of light shots into the sky, breaking a hole open in the dark clouds. The clouds flooded back into the hole, and a bolt of lightning shot through the sky, striking the tree over Clover as a thunderous boom filled the air.
A blue beam of light passed by Clover as it went into the clouds. The clouds opened, then filled back in, sending out another bolt of lightning.
Clover turned to see Shamrock standing beside her.
He looked up at the clouds and the rain. “This is bad,” he told her. Come on.” Shamrock took Clover’s hand, and started running. She followed clse behind him, and the two kept running until they reached the edge of the growing storm. “Keep going,” Shamrock said. “Don’t stop running, and whatever you do, don’t look back.”
Clover hesitated, but Shamrock remained firm in his command. She nodded in agreement, then she started running again as Shamrock turned around and headed back toward the farms.
At the farm, Shamrock tried again to part the clouds while standing on the ground, but the clouds reacted violently, sending bolts of ligtning in all directions. The lightning continued, as the clouds bumped each other all across the sky. Shamrock’s job turned from stopping the rain into damage control, and he had to minimize the destruction.
Shamrock jumped into the air, a blue flash of light granting him wings on his back. He lifted higher, and into the clouds. He stretched his magic out far and wide, freezing the clouds. Snow started falling in place of the rain.
Clover’s run slowed to a stop. She looked back, but couldn’t find Shamrock anywhere. The breaking of the clouds attracted her attention. Shamrock appeared between the clouds, the light of the sun shining off of his bluish wings.
As Shamrock directed the clouds apart, a bold of lightning jumped from one cloud, passing through Shamrock’s chest, and into another cloud. Shamrock fell to the ground, then vanished. The clouds finished breaking up.
Clover screamed out, and Sarah jolted awake, still sitting at her desk. “What just happened?” She looked at her clock. 3:46AM.
An uneasiness filled Sarah’s heart. She had to check on Samuel.
Still wearing her clothes from earlier in the day, Sarah hurried downstairs. She ran out the front door, and down to the sidewalk. She stopped for a moment and looked back at her house as the burglar alarm sounded. She couldn’t stop now. She ran across the sidewalk, and darted up the Seamairs’ lawn. At the front porch, she started banging on the door. She pressed the doorbell several times, then continued to bang her fists on the door.
After almost a minute, Samuel’s father opened the door. Samuel’s mother stood at the bottom of the staircase. Neither looked happy.
Without saying anything, Sarah ran into the house under the father’s arm. She went past the mother, and up the stairs. She fumbled for a moment with the doorknob to Samuel’s room, then went inside. She turned on the bedroom light, then hurried to her neighbor.
Lying in his bed, Samuel stared into space with barely open eyes. He struggled to breath.
Samuel’s parents appeared at the bedroom door. Before they could say anything to Sarah, they saw their son’s labored breath. His father walked quikcly to the boy, and set the back on his hand on Samuel’s forehead. His hand heated quicky, and he instructed the mother to call their doctor. “I’m taking Samuel in immediately.” He picked the boy up, and told Sarah to get out of his way. He then yelled at his wife to hurry and call. He made his way out the bedroom door wth Samuel in his arms, and he took the boy down the stairs, and outside into the car.
Sarah stood alone in Samuel’s room as his mother went out to get a phone. She whispered to herself, “Never again. My dream made this happen.” Tears formed at her eyes, and worked their way down her face. “It’s all b’cause I’m a magical girl. I’ll never become Clover again!”
