Novel & Cerita Broken Mirror Hard To Mend

She said taking me to the standing mirror to look at myself. "You're beautiful and successful, you're an amazing person both in and out. You've accomplished a lot of things without anybody's help, and most importantly, the best future husband any woman would die to have in her life. Be grateful okay," she said so sweetly and I could see she was also feeling a bit sympathetic for me. "You better pull yourself together or you're gonna ruin your makeup, unless you wanna look like a masquerade," she said with a giggle, making a little joke to help with my emotions. And I had no choice to giggle along with her.

Lights from incense were one of the most difficult things to control. I caught my stare in the mirror and realized that my white gown had patches of dark red blood on it. Gathering another angry surge of power, I channeled the light from the inscence to the mirror. It was difficult to do, yet it was drainging every bit of power in me. My eyes were fast growing hazy and I began to feel weak. Only thoughts of Rapheal increased my morales. I pushed harder with everything in me, so hard the mirror shattered and it's fragment pierced into my skin in the most painful way. My skin burned instead of stinging, and more blood spilled from my mouth but I fought and fought, until the lights of the candl

"Please, just stop." But she didn't stop. If anything, she intensified her efforts. She threw herself against the barrier over and over, each impact sending shudders through the mirror, through the floor, through me. The cracks spread further with each blow, the glass groaning under the strain. The symbols flickered faster, desperately trying to reinforce whatever magic was keeping her contained. And then the scene in the mirror began to change.

“Then how do I break it?” The reflection stepped closer. “You don’t.” “Why?” “Because if you shatter the mirror, you shatter yourself.” The words fell heavy between them. Serenya stared down at her reflection — the true one, faint and fragile on the glass — and saw cracks forming along the surface beneath her feet. The world trembled. The light above dimmed, bleeding into shadow. From far away, Kaelen’s voice broke through — faint, desperate. Serenya! Come back to me!

Liam said firmly, dialing the number. But before he could press call, the lights flickered again once, twice, then held steady. Lola’s gaze snapped toward the fallen mirror. The shards no longer reflected sunlight. Instead, they shimmered faintly, like water catching light beneath the surface. “Liam…” she whispered. “It’s happening again.” He dropped the phone and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. “Stay with me. Don’t look.” But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes locked on the largest shard, and in that fractured glass she saw movement.

Could it be that my mom has already awoken in reality before me? I can finally go home. I feel myself smile while rushing towards it. But the mirror is broken. The horror of my realization dawns on me as the little pieces of glass stay scattered on the floor. No... I pick up the pieces in hopes that I can still exit this horror. No... But to no avail, I still cannot see myself in it. No... And I can no longer see myself sleeping on the bed with it. The mirror is gone like powder and ashes. How can I go home now?

As the sun rises, the rays enter through the window making shadows of the objects that are coming in its way. Soon it reached me and gave me the strength to start a new day. But even if there is a strength I don't feel it break through my shields. Even though there is the strength it is for the robotic actions that I have to do. Because as I thought, these rays couldn't penetrate through the shields I built. Instead, it reflects my surface on the mirror that is in front of me.

Brimming with recognition. The Mirror shimmered between them—a wall not of glass, but of living pain. The kind that grows with time, branching out through the roots of family, the rings of history. It reflected nothing of the body. Only the wounds. And here, wounds could not lie. Seren was the first to fall.

There was something half-buried behind a pillar, almost invisible unless you were looking for it—a mirror. It was tall, nearly reaching my shoulder even with part of the frame wedged into the wall. Its frame was carved into curling vines, each thorn sharp enough to prick skin if I touched it. The wood had gone nearly black with age, but the carvings were still perfect, almost too perfect for something left here so long. The glass was worse—split into three jagged cracks that distorted my reflection. My face appeared in fragments, pieces that didn’t quite line up, like I wasn’t whole.

Ariella's eyes swept the cell, searching for any means to ensure her silence. Her gaze landed on a shattered mirror, its fragments scattered on the floor like shattered dreams. She approached it, her heart heavy with purpose. Among the shards, one piece caught her eye – a jagged edge, sharp enough to seal her fate. Ariella picked it up, cradling the broken glass in her palm, its fragile weight a stark contrast to the weight of her decision.