A Reflection by Forlorn Hope

A Breif Visit

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Chapter One

A young male, who looked no older than his early twenties, stood in front of a full length mirror, idly peering at his reflection every now and then. He saw silver tresses trailing down towards his upper calves, with a few strands tinted a light blue in some places.

Golden eyes stared back at him, pensieve and calculating. A blue crescent adorned his brow, and matching magenta stripes graced his cheeks. His stature was tall and great, a trait destined for those of higher standing. And though he wore only the simplest of clothing, his presence did not lose its commanding magnificence.

The sound of his bedroom door creaking open made him turn his head to the side in curiosity. A young girl stood there, leaning slightly against the large wooden door. Her ebony black hair tumbled down her shoulders and was tousled so that it looked like she had only just gotten out of bed. Her light brown eyes were tinged with sleepiness, but immeditately cleared when her gaze had fallen on him. Taken by surprise, all he could do at the moment was stare blankly at her, not fully believing that he saw her. He moved away from the mirror, and slowly approached her until he was only a few feet away from her. She didn't budge from her position, but kept her eyes warily trained on him.

His eyes trailed back to his mirror, and not much to his surprise, it still only reflected him. This girl was like all the others, dreamers from the other side of the mirror who happened to pass through here by chance. By the time she left, she would have already forgotten her time spent here. He turned his back to her, keeping his eyes on the mirror and the reflection that appeared on the cold unyielding glass. It would not be long until her mind began to wander and she would leave him to his solitary peace.

A bell tolled from the depths of the Mirror Palace, signaling the arrival of the Prima, the dawn. He waited to hear his door shut, but when five minutes had elapsed without it doing so, he looked back again. The girl was no longer there, and a quick scan of the room, told him that she was busy examining his reflection with interest. He allowed himself to quickly blink in surprise, either at her audacity to venture in his room without permission or the fact that she had not gone yet, or both. How odd, he mused, no human from the otherside had been abl to linger past the Prima, without permission that is, from the inhabitants.

"Your mirror. It's like a looking glass..." she softly murmured.

He was, needless to say, uninterested in what she had to say. He had never been able to understand why these wanderers could never speak coherently enough for him to understand, worse they tended to never elaborate either. He had his theories but had no way to prove them. Perhaps their inteligence dims when they reach out to other realms or it could be that the person was simply that way in the waking life as well.

"It reflects...and yet you can see past it..into another place." she continued, oblivious to his mental musings.

She raised a pale hand to its glittering surface, watching in awe as her hand slid through it, as if it was water. The mirror shifted and suddenly she found her hand resting upon a crystal doorknob. Forgetting all else she turned it, and stepped over the threshold. Through all this he had merely watched, a silent spectator that felt the slightest stirrings of envy when she had done what he was forbidden to do. Pass through the mirror.

In quick strides he crossed the room, and found himself before the mirror like all the many times in the past. The glass was still warm from where she had touched it. He narrowed his eyes, still seeing only his reflection glaring back at him. His clawed hands garasped the ivory shutters and pulled them over the glass, hiding it from his gaze. He exited out of the room, intent on doing the same to all the other mirrors within the palace walls.

What was he hoping for, anyway, when he peered into the silvery depths after she had left. A way to glimpse her world, or had he wished to leave his prison?