Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

“Fine. I’ll keep this then.” Harvey lifted Kellan in the form of respect. “I’ll tell you something in return. Harvey pointed at the mirror. “I don’t care where you got this from… “But I suggest you return this to the owner and take baths for three whole days. “If not, you’ll die very soon.” Harvey was okay with helping Kellan since he was being so polite. The mirror must have been dug out of the dirt just recently. It was also pointed directly toward Kellan’s seat. Ordinary people would have been dead by then for constantly facing evil energy like this.

Mercifully so. "Barrel?" Kade asked. "Ready," Harp said, patting the patient wooden mouth like it was a dog that liked only him. We'd dressed it with honest staves and dishonest intent: a false bottom, a stoppered cavity for the mirror cylinder, stones for weight, and a bung trimmed to open only when a man knew the trick. "Rye," Kade said, as the sun finally remembered to redden. "You're Dock Six again. Jas is your shadow. If the harbour master sniff s too close, smile like a boy who thinks work is something you can steal."

Light and sound collapsed into a single sharp pulse, and the panel slid open with a low, reluctant groan. Inside lay a stone tablet no larger than her palm, its surface glassy black, light bending strangely across it. Three spirals were carved into the stone, each one subtly different—one tight and inward, one wide and open, one broken midway through its turn. At the center rested a key-shaped shard of mirror, its edges jagged, bound in twisted silver wire etched with unfamiliar runes. Autumn did not touch it. She didn’t need to. She felt it become aware of her.

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

The mirror behind Evangeline didn't just break; it detonated. The "Harmonic Mirror" shattered into a thousand jagged needles, but they didn't fall to the floor. They were suspended in a localized gravity-well, propelled forward by a high-velocity Null-Charge. Before the first shard could touch Evangeline’s skin, the room exploded in a counter-surge of gold and shadow.

Like a heartbeat beneath the stone. They reached the bottom chamber—a vast, circular room etched with Crescent glyphs. In the center stood a raised dais, and on it, a mirror. No. Not a mirror. A veil. A rippling sheet of silver energy, framed in obsidian. The shard at Aria’s hip pulsed violently. “Mira’s been here,” she whispered. Lena approached the veil carefully, hand outstretched. “It’s not a portal. It’s… a boundary. A reflection. I think this is where she split.”

The grand chamber beneath the estate was alive with a strange hum — part magical, part electric. The Thorned Circle had gathered again: Bain, Cassie holding Aragorn, Elias, Cassian, Seraphina, Malthea, Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture. Each of them wore the weight of what had just happened. “Tell us about the Mirror,” Bain said, his voice steady. Seraphina drew a complex sigil in the air. The glowing lines shaped themselves into the form of a wide obsidian mirror, trimmed with ivory and ancient runes.

"But he didn't know about the secret pocket in her traveling trunk. I was her closest friend, Lyra. I took this the night she died, knowing that one day, you would be strong enough to hold it." Hestia placed the bundle on the table and carefully unwrapped the velvet. Inside was a hand mirror made of dark, polished wood. The glass wasn't normal; it looked like a pool of deep, still water. On the back, carved into the wood, was a symbol Lyra recognized from the "Laboratory of Horrors" in her dreams: a circle with a line through it, but here it was surrounded by blooming flowers. "It’s a Memory Glass," Hestia explained. "It doesn't show your face. It shows the truth of the blood."

Soli, who sat beside Wren with the quality of someone learning what it means to be in a room full of people who know things and find out that they can know them too. Adara was there. Calder and Selene. The people who had built this alongside us and who deserved to be present when it was completed. I took the wrapped mirror from the desk. I unwrapped it. It was smaller than the second mirror. Simpler. The frame was a material I did not recognise, not metal, not stone, something between the two. The surface was dark. I looked at Etta. "Is there an instruction?" I said. "The document," Saren said. "Page nine. The substitution layer."