Trust Is Like A Mirror Novels & Stories

I have always come to the human world late at night and never at this hour, that must be the reason it felt really strange. "You don’t look like one of them, see for yourself," Tristan replied lightly. A large mirror, or just a reflective surface, was across the road. I walked through it. The cars were halting as I walked through. It was as if I was doing something wrong.

"Well, the fear that this mirror is reflecting is that one you have of losing people and being alone. For now, what I can offer you is a pact. I can go with you through all the other mirrors until your darkness is gone, and when that happens, I can tell you a way in which you will no longer lose anyone. Would you trust me? I promise to go through it with you." "Really?" She looked at him, puzzled. "Why does it seem so weird to you?" "I wouldn't think of you to be the "helper" type." "I'm not, but I think I can actually solve your problem, only if you trust me."

“They can’t control us if we don’t let them. Keep moving.” I nodded, forcing my gaze ahead. Step by step, we navigated the mirrored corridor. Each reflection attempted to provoke doubt, fear, or betrayal, but together, we resisted. Trust anchored us, unity guided us, and determination carried us through. The mirrors ended, revealing three pedestals, each glowing faintly. A single inscription hovered above each: Lies: “Achieve your goals, but at the cost of another’s trust.” Truth: “Face all consequences, protect all you love, and embrace the path of integrity.”

He pulled himself together, and it’s like awakening from a shallow nap. “The pigeon is right, the mirrors here are nothing ordinary,” Cara said. “The thing is evil. It could control your mind.” “And look what happened to the others.” She points to the rest of them. They are still enchanted by what they are seeing in the mirror. “Cara, don’t come close to it. The thing is dangerous,” Van warned when Cara approach the trick mirror that shows his idealized self. Will the mirror shows what Cara wants to become? Yet the mirror only shows Cara’s blurred reflection before going blank.

“Don’t let it own you, Osiris. Don’t let it make you doubt what you already know is true.” Her eyes begged me to believe. For her. For us. I sank to one knee on the floor, shaking my head slowly. “I’m sorry.” The words felt pitiful, empty compared to the chaos I had nearly unleashed. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Tristan’s breathing steadied, though the anger still smoldered in his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest, looming like a statue carved of fury. “Then figure it out. Because if you let the Mirror turn you against her again, I will stop you.”

He glances beside me as he smiles in a Cheshire-like way towards the silver-plated mirror, and calls the name. “Isn’t she wonderful, don’t you think, Kyle?” Laughing maniacally like his sanity is snapping out of him. The light that blurs the image of the mirror shifted to the side, as the image is now in full view. Wherein that particular mirror is a cage, a trap room, and solely a prison for the soul of this world’s original, where he informs with the proud stance and words.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

I say, believing that I have finally worked out the gate's trap. "What do you mean by that, dear?" Lior asks in a curious tone. "The gate appears to work like a mirror, reflecting what is in front of it. In this case, it is the land we are standing on," I explain. "True. The gap between the poles works like a mirror. But how do we get in, honey?" King Tiras asks. "You cannot get into a mirror by approaching it," I tell. "However, your reflection disappears into it when you're walking away. I think that if we can make it look like we are walking away, the gate will let us into the other side," I tell.

She said, “Narah, I know that trust isn’t given freely, it has to be earned, and I have done nothing whatsoever to earn yours. But I swear, I’ll prove myself to you.” I studied her carefully. Her expression was earnest, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of danger. The shadows around us seemed to whisper with every rustle of the leaves. I glanced around nervously, weighing my options. Liora's words, though cryptic, were convincing. The word “trust” was so easy for her to say. I had trusted Gina, and look where that got me? Silence lingered in the air around us, save for the whispering of the branches and leaves, the birds, and scurrying of little animals in the bushes.

It wasn’t easy. “You know, Marius, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all this, it’s that trust is like a mirror. Once broken, it can never be the same,” I spoke softly yet meaningfully, meeting Marius’s gaze to convey what I wanted to say. And I believed he understood. Marius’s eyes reflected a myriad of emotions—determination, longing, and a hint of fear. His silent plea begged for a second chance, a chance to mend what was broken.