Novel & Cerita Dream Of Broken Mirror

Either accept me or lose everything. My chest was thumping with my heart. I had trembling hands. Light flickered on the Soul Mirror in my arms. Now, I stood between two realities. And I didn’t know which one would break first—me… or the mirror. There was a pulse in the mirror. It was too late, but I took a step back. I fell again, but this time I plunged inside myself as the ground underneath me shattered like glass. I was immediately encircled by a room. Known.

And her hostility against me wasn’t something I could forget nor ignore. But then, why her? Dahil lang ba pareho kami ng pangalan? What the hell is wrong here!? Crack. I didn’t notice that I held the mirror so tightly that it broke into big chunks. And there I saw multiple pair of eyes looking at straight me. “!!!” Clang! Mabilis ko itong binitawan dahil sa kakaibang kaba at takot na naramdaman ko. The hair on my neck stood up and sent me a terrifying shiver and omen. Sabi nga nila bad omen would happen if you break a mirror.

She was one I’d avoid while trying to catch a bus. But not anymore…Because that woman was me. I couldn’t run away from this woman, because she was the reflection of who I had become—what grief had turned me into. I leaned in closer to the mirror and poked my forefinger into it, as though the figure in the mirror was a creature from a fantasy world. The mirror was broken, almost split into two. And the version of myself that reflected through the mirror was a perfect interpretation of what I was going through. I was broken, and like the mirror, there was no hope for a repair.

“I’m not here to win, Sarah. I’m here to take back what has always been mine.” Sarah’s gaze shifted to the mirror hanging on the wall. Her face contorted with fury as she drew back her fist and slammed it into the glass. The mirror cracked, fractures spreading across the surface like spider webs. Blood welled on her knuckles where glass had cut skin. I looked at the mirror, seeing my own reflection broken into pieces. Fragmented versions of myself staring back from different angles. Sarah’s voice came out low, dangerous. “That reflection… broken into pieces… that’s how you’ll end in this war.”

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, hoping to see the handsome figure from his dream appear. Nothing happened. Frustrated and increasingly desperate, he made the second mistake. He dipped his wounded finger into his own blood and, following a primal instinct from his dream, smeared it onto the surface of the mirror. He drew a symbol he didn't understand, a circle with intersecting lines inside, a symbol he often saw in his visions. The moment his bloody finger touched the glass, the entire mirror trembled. Not a physical shaking, but a vibration in the air, in the very space. The candle instantly blew out, plunging him into darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

"I love you even more." I turn around and make my way to the bathroom. At the end of the hall, I can see Clara on her phone. When I enter the bathroom, it is completely empty. Standing in front of the mirror, I decide to touch up my lipstick just because Tyler likes it. I don't really pay attention to the door opening behind me. Then I hear a familiar voice speak. ******************************** ***Sequel: Chasing Broken Dreams***

Luna realized that they were trapped in a reflection of their fears, trapped within the illusions. "No more," Luna growled, her gaze unwavering. "We will break these illusions and reclaim the relics." Elias nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. He charged towards the mirror, his inner strength propelling him forward. With a mighty blow, he shattered the mirror into a thousand shards.

The shattered mirror still lay in pieces across the floor, glinting like frozen tears. Adrian crouched, brushing his fingers across one shard. It flared briefly with blue light. “Careful!” Mira warned. He didn’t move. “It’s reacting to your presence.” “Yeah, because apparently I’m a walking Wi-Fi signal for curses!” The shard flickered again—this time showing an image. Seraphina, kneeling before the same mirror, whispering: > “If he won’t love me, he will hear me. Forever.” Mira’s stomach dropped. “She did this on purpose.”

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.