Divinity 2 Magic Mirror Novels & Stories

A pause. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not just trying to bypass a calendar ritual.” “No.” He waited. But I didn’t explain. I couldn’t—not yet. Instead, I said, “If she’s the original anchor of the Blood Mirror—its first user and its primary magical imprint—then theoretically, it’s possible to activate the mirror via an artifact-resonance method. If I’m her direct descendant, I could stabilize the connection. But I’d need help.” “Help how?”

“Search for 5 kilometers round. Now.” A small magic circle glowed golden on top of the mirror. The surface then wrinkled and turned a milky color. When the color settled, the mirror showed an image of a big nose. “Someone is in possession of it.” said Dorin. “Can you blow it up?” asked Seb, his voice dead serious. “What if someone just innocently picked it up?” Dorin asked surprised at his friend’s request. “It might be a kid, or a janitor, or something...”

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

Inside, the tower was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each filled with ancient artifacts and arcane symbols. In one chamber, we found a large, ornate mirror framed in gold. Its surface shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light. As we approached, the mirror began to show visions—snapshots of possible futures, some dark and ominous, others filled with hope and triumph. We realized that the mirror was showing us potential outcomes of our quest, depending on the choices we made and the paths we took. It was both a guide and a test, forcing us to confront the consequences of our actions.

I knew the place well—there was a window on the side, half-covered in ivy, slightly cracked from years of neglect. I crouched beneath it, heart pounding and breath shallow. Inside, the woman was speaking. Her voice was lower now—harder, stripped of its weird honeyed tone she used on me earlier. “She’s getting closer,” she said. “She found something. It’s not time yet, but we may need to adjust.” There was a pause. Then the faint shimmer of magic. That was when I realized what it was. She was making use of a communication mirror. It was a witch artifact that was banned here in our land.

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.

Without this mirror, I might not be able to protect myself and the kingdom of Awima if I had no possession of it anymore. The magical mirror was a gift from my late witch grandmother to me, passed down to me. I had used it to do a lot of good and bad with the mirror because I was the key to the unlocking of the mirror magics. Without me, the mirror couldn't react to any kind of spells, so it remained an ordinary mirror. The mirror had the ability to make one travel to any part of the world, eat and fight a lot of enemies, and so on.

Felix crossed his arm and leaned closer to the mirror where he could see the current doing of his beloved fiancée. It is a simple trick mages and witches of higher level of skill make use of to communicate with other capable magic users. By linking their mana energy to a particular distant person whom they previously interacted on and voluntarily gave any object that carries enough amount of their mana, that one could use any medium to manifest the image of the link sender. Whereas, a mirror is indeed the best choice. Plastering a smug expression on her face, she once again spoke, "Worry not, I have it all arranged in detail."

“I think they are trying to trick you into killing me and taking this thing from here.” “Wow. They think I am that level of a fool?” Killain winced as he looked around the place. I saw how Dominic looked at me with his eyebrows raised, and I almost choked from trying not to laugh. Softly, I spoke the words that were italicized and carved on the rock table where the mirror was placed. “The script says it needs two people to activate the mirror.” “Then let’s do it.” Dominic stepped forward towards me.