Romans & histoires A Mirror Mended

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Instead, I want to make you understand…" Hansel instinctively knew that what she was about to say wasn't what he wanted to hear, but reality didn't give him a choice. Miranda continued, "A broken mirror can never be made whole again. Once there's a crack, it is impossible to return to how things were. I hope you won't waste more time and energy on me, because… I'm not worth it. "You're a businessman, so you understand investment better than I do. Instead of sinking deeper into a project that's bound to fail, it's better to cut your losses sooner.

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

I murmured, “but the fire still burns.” I looked at the cracked mirror one last time, at my reflection bending inside it. My eyes burned silver in the dim light. “And this time,” I said softly, “I’ll teach it my name.”

I declared, meeting the gazes of Alex and Isabella. "But what if I don't like what I see?" Isabella's voice trembled. Alex wrapped an arm around her. "It's not about liking or disliking. It's about understanding, acceptance, and growth. We're all imperfect, but that's what makes us human." Together, we stepped closer to the mirror, each of us confronting our reflected truths. The mirror pulsed, its energies resonating with our emotions. As we faced our past and accepted our present, the mirror began to crack, fissures of light breaking through.

The Buckler opened the door and mouth fell open as he saw the broken mirror. “You can fix this, right?” The buckler looked at Felix's body, scanning him for any injuries. “Don't worry Paul, I'm not hurt.” “What happened here?” “Hmm?” Felix stood up from the chair and faked a smile as he looked at the broken mirror. “Just a little accident, you can fix it right?” The buckler nodded and forced a polite smile on his cheek as well. “Of course, your highness.” “Fix it quietly, hmm?”

She smirked, setting out the plates and she proceeded to scoop cups of rice inside the small sack. “It is not about what you think, Yana.” “So, what it is all about?” Yana asked, trying to figure the statement I uttered. “Can we take this mirror off, Yana?” “What do you mean?” Yana wondered, wiping off the bottom part of the rice container before putting it back to its shaft. “Yana,” I came closer to her. “When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.”

A lump formed in my throat as I ran my fingertips over the raised lines, feeling the texture of something that had once been shattered beyond repair. Jared swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim light. “I found seventeen craftsmen. They all told me the same thing—a broken mirror can’t be mended.” His voice turned raw, almost desperate. “But I didn’t believe it, Arielle. I couldn’t believe it. So, I learned glassblowing myself, from the best craftsman in the world. And for the past three years, I’ve tried over and over again to fix this mirror.”

Liora, always the thinker, pondered, "It's about choices. We need to make a collective decision that brings balance." The mirror responded to our intent. The stormy side showcased scenes of power and dominance, while the sunny side revealed peace and unity. "We need both," Seraphina concluded. "Power to protect and unity to thrive." Taking a deep breath, we joined hands, focusing our energies on the mirror. The contrasting images began to merge, the stormy clouds parting to let in rays of sunshine, the divisions fading to create a harmonious Meranthia. The mirror then shattered, but instead of falling apart, it transformed into a portal, revealing the familiar landscape of Meranthia, its bea

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.