Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and burning incense. Xaren led me to a large, ornate mirror that hung on the far wall. The mirror seemed to ripple and shimmer, like the surface of a pond. "What is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Xaren smiled, their eyes glinting with amusement. "This, Lila, is a portal to the Otherworld," they said. "A world of magic and wonder, where the ancient ones once walked among mortals." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed into the mirror. I could see images flickering across its surface, like scenes from a forgotten dream.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

He sighed. *sigh* And raised a hand to massage his temples. "A class 4 dark artifact…" He mumbled, and Director Bones asked about it. "What is it?" "The Mirror of Erised. Is an artifact that shows in its reflection the deepest desire that the person looking at has. Until here there would be no problems, but the mirror entrances the user and viewer to continue looking at its reflection and do nothing more. This mirror killed a lot of people by starvation simply by showing them their deepest desire being realised."

, Adolpha said, looking at her, she felt something, was being hidden by Hadassah, she didn’t know why, “I overheard her talking about a mirror that gives demon powers to wolves, a demonic mirror, capable of transporting a person, or anything he wanted to transport through the mirror.” “Is that all?”, Adolpha asked, looking at Hadassah, as she felt her second in command, was still withholding some important information, “It can be used to multiply the powers of any individual or group of person, or army.”, she said. And the words sank in. Kera Asgorn, would multiply his army and his powers with this mystical mirror, which could transport him to anywhere he wanted, which would make him unstop

“Yeah? Then why’s the mirror pulsing like that?” The mirror. Had it reacted to her leaving? Maren crouched low, slipping into a shadowed crevice on the left. The hallway opened up ahead into a chamber, and three of the guys were gathered around what looked like a floating orb. One had spiky silver hair, another had bark-like skin, and the third — the one who’d smirked at her earlier — stood with his arms crossed, watching the orb like it was an annoying riddle. “It’s linked to her,” Silver Hair muttered. “The mirror reacts when she does something extreme.”

The eclipse pulsed above. And the pool began to rise. 7. The Offering of the Isles From the center of the pool emerged a platform a disc of woven threads, obsidian and moonlight coiled together. Atop it rested a single object: A mirror, no larger than a hand, etched with Spiral symbols along the rim. ikjElira stepped forward to claim it. But the moment she touched it, the pool sang again and a voice echoed across the Isles: “The thread that knows its weave may change the pattern.”

It had not been there yesterday. "This mirror was never here before," Nyra breathed, stepping forward on unsteady feet. Selene’s hand closed around her arm. "It reflects… something else." Ryker chuckled, but it was hollow. "Looks like trouble." Kaelan’s amber eyes narrowed. "It pulses with void magic." At her command, guards formed a cautious circle, yet none dared touch the frame. The mirror’s surface shimmered, and Nyra’s reflection blurred. For a heartbeat, she saw herself, only her eyes burned silver, her lips curled in cruelty.

“Show me the gate she opens.” The mirror shimmered. Nya appeared, asleep in her palace chamber, her small hands glowing faintly. Then, her eyes snapped open. She looked directly into the mirror. “I hear you,” she said. The mirror shattered. Fire screamed upward. Saphros staggered back, clutching his scorched robes. “She’s already waking,” he gasped. Above, on a balcony bathed in volcanic heat, Arion stood watching the horizon where the three forges blazed brighter with each breath.

Kaelen rolled, landing hard, but before he could rise, the ground at the center gave way completely. A pool of silver light formed where the stone had been—shimmering, restless, alive. Mireya swore under her breath. “It’s a mirror vein. It’s re-forming!” Kaelen scrambled to his feet. “That’s impossible—she sealed them all!” “Then something’s unsealing them!” They both stared as the pool thickened, swirling inward. Faint outlines began to rise from it—shadows of faces, dozens of them, flickering like candlelight. Each one whispered fragments of words: names, cries, pleas.

He couldn't afford to lose hope; their survival, and his own, depended on it. He discovered a small, almost hidden alcove, tucked away behind a crumbling rock formation. Inside, he found a scattering of Elara's tools – her delicate instruments for analyzing the subterranean flora, now coated in a thick layer of dust. A single, luminous mushroom, unusually vibrant amidst the decay, lay near the tools, almost like a beacon of hope. It was a variety that Elara frequently used in her research, suggesting she had been in this area just before the tremors intensified.