Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

They walked on. The Mirror Fields were vast. This meant that it took nearly two hours before they saw the first sign of life: a mirror that is representing an individual object in the middle of the field. Its frame was draped with vines that ate into the wall yet the glass portion was pristine, almost excessive. It caught the group as they were in movement but not really as they were; each reflection was not static but changed and revealed other versions of the group. A younger Serakha. A bloodied Lucian. A man in Arden laughing with strangers. They stopped, staring.

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

Amino’s breath shortened. His hand was clenching hard at the big wound in his stomach. “Heal! Heal! Heal! Heal the fuck!!!” He gnashed his teeth, feeling complicated and annoyed. He might have killed Eagle, but his injury was deep and troubling. “Heal shit!!!” He smacked the ground. Mirror relic. He was the owner of such an overpowered relic. He could mirror all the abilities he had ever encountered - well… almost all of it - as long as he understood the principle of the copier.

Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, "Well, the last time you took back a broken mirror and put it away for half a year. Nobody asked for it. Just use it." Then he took out an ancient mirror from the counter. It was the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long behind it. It looked very old in bronze, but it was not made of copper. Niuer said, "Fatty, how can you get this mirror out? It may be a good thing." "Impossible, you bought it by just 50 yuan. I have marked it 100 yuan for half a year, but nobody wants it. How could it be a good thing?"

Mira smirked and continued chopping her vegetables. “You are issuing an arrest? What is wrong with you?” I reduced my tone. “Harry, I grew soft. I forgot about the pains he put me through but after his meeting with me today, I know exactly what I am doing”. She opened the pressure pot and poured the vegetables in it. “Mira, this is my brother, your husband. Your new life and your reputation. Do you want to gamble with all that?” I asked softly. She looked at me and pointed a knife at me. “Stay away from this fight or I will drag you down the hill”.

I didn't touch any of the fruits or snacks she'd prepared just in case they were laced. Suddenly, with all my strength, I hurled the wine bottle at that long mirror. It didn’t shatter as I expected; instead, it left a small dent while the bottle shattered into pieces, red liquid splattering across both the mirror and the floor. I knew it—I had suspected this was no ordinary mirror. I stood there staring at the dent, breathing hard. The mirror began to clear. The fogging peeled back from the center outward. I could see what was on the other side and I nearly passed out.

“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...”

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 pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

It had been a long day, and Mira decided that she did not have the energy to cook that night. “Come on, Anabelle. We're having apples for dinner. ” Back at Mira's cave, they picked apples off one of her trees and washed them with a canteen of water that she stored in a hollowed out bowl (made of tree bark.) Biting into the apple slice, Mira let out a moan at the tang that it had, looking back at Anabelle, who was gazing at her in shock. “What?” she laughed. “It's really good. Try yours. ”