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“Calm down Aurelia,” it said again.

I shrieked, nearly tripping over the coffee table. Turning my head around, I stood frozen to the ground as I watched the purple eyes staring right back at me from the mirror. With a quick twist I looked behind me only to see nothing but when I saw back in the mirror they were still there. That tall lean man with a black hood hiding his face, nothing but the dark glow of his purple eyes was visible, a purplish black cloak wrapped around his body as he held onto a wooden stick, a purple gem placed at its head. A dark powerful aura surrounded him, something about him was sinister and that is why I always felt afraid when his eyes were on me.

“What, what do you want from me?” my voice shook.

“I want you to not be afraid,” he instructed and I took a big gulp.

“Who are you?” I asked again.

“I’m not here to hurt you Aurelia,” he assured.

“How do you know me?” I asked hoping he might respond with a clear answer.

A smile, a faint smile spread through h