Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

The inside was silver and steaming. “You're kidding. Is that smoking?” “It's the juice, don't worry. Try it.” Aurora hesitantly brought it to her mouth. A cold liquid ran down her chin before she even took a bite. The taste was... impossible to explain. Sweet like honey, sour like lemon, with a hint of mint. She gasped. “This is good. Like, really good.” Samira smiled, satisfied. “Most fruits here have healing or stimulating properties. Some just nourish, others strengthen. This one, for example, clears the mind. It helps when you're anxious.”

“I know you wouldn’t forget me, right?” I turned toward her with a polite smile. “Of course not. It’s over there with the others,” I said, pointing to the pile of gift bags. Her smile faded a bit as she glanced over. “O-oh, I’ll just wait until they’re done looking…” “This one’s for you, Mirabelle,” one of our teammates said, handing her a bag. She opened it and blinked. Her brows furrowed at the contents. “A… mirror?” “Yes,” I replied sweetly. “Beautiful, right? With gold lining too.”

Inside was not a weapon, or a plan, or even a promise—it was a spool of dental floss, two cracked plastic spoons, a withered chunk of honeycomb, and what looked like a child’s drawing: a map of the city, every sector marked with an X, each X circled with growing, radiating whorls. “Seeds,” whispered Mira, and opened her hand. In her palm lay the hard, black shapes of apple and pear and plum. “The old kind. Not registered.” Elena stared. “You can’t—there’s no dirt, nothing will—” Mira laughed, just once. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not for now. It’s for later. For the ones after.” She reached out and tucked the blue ribbon behind Elena’s ear. “This is how we win. Not by fighting. By staying. By gro

Scene 2: The Fire Mirror Hours later, they reached a vast cavern cut deep into the mountain’s side. The air shimmered with heat. In the center, a lake of magma bubbled angrily, and above it hovered a strange relic—a polished obsidian mirror framed in gold. Iris approached it cautiously, drawn by the power radiating from it. Her reflection shimmered in the surface, then twisted. She gasped. She saw herself—not as she was, but as she had once been. Nadia. Whole. Untouched by betrayal.

I pressed my foot lightly on the flat of the blade and whispered, “Take me up.” The sword rose, carrying me higher through the thick air, smooth and steady beneath my boots. The black rocks gleamed as I passed them. I noticed the miasma had started whispering around me again, but I didn't panic. I stared ahead at the mirror with fu When I reached the mirror, I grabbed it with all my strength and swerved back to the surface. I stepped off Darkill and crouched beside it. Up close, the mirror was even more haunting. The glass was fractured in dozens of places, each shard reflecting a different flicker of light, like pieces of stolen stars.

Before he crawled to the end of the bed and made to reach for the mirror itself. Surprised at the intricate details and foreign scene with the mirror’s image. Gemma dropped the mirror in fear as her eyes met his startling green eyes, and his hand reached out to her. It bounced off the corner of the nightstand. When it finally settled on the bed. Gemma saw a crack form in the mirror’s glass. The glass stayed within the frame as the image winked out and the crack formed. She stood there for a breath or two, trying to process what she saw. A boy and his bear.