When Will My Reflection Show Who I Am Inside Novels & Stories

You’ll show him yours soon enough. “Who are you?” The reflection tilted its head, very calm with sharp eyes. I’m what you buried when you chose peace. The mark flared gold, pain shot through me, but it wasn't agonizing. It was like different threads pulling from inside. Light filled the room. Then the mirror burst outward. Shards rained around me, chiming softly as they hit the floor. Each fragment caught a face, my face, but older, colder, patient. Waiting.

I hesitated. Just for a second. Then looked up. My reflection stared back at me. Same as always. Same face. Same expression. Same. I froze. Something wasn’t right. My reflection… It was delayed. Just slightly. Barely noticeable. But enough. Enough to make my chest tighten instantly. I moved my hand. Slowly. My reflection followed. But not at the same time. A fraction of a second behind. “No…” I whispered. That wasn’t possible. That couldn’t be.

I use the back of my hand to scrub off the sweat forming on my forehead. I head towards the exit point of the toilet. I think I am quite calm enough to face everyone. I halt just as I am about reaching the door. My eyes grasp my reflection in the mirror that is pinned on the wall close to the door and a hand washing basin below it. I stare into the mirror and peer up at my Reflection. I am totally different person form the happy and joyous person I was about five months back.

The woman joined me, her presence a silent confirmation of my success. Inside, the mountain’s interior was bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. Crystalline formations adorned the walls, casting prismatic hues that danced in the light. A sense of calm settled over me, a stark contrast to the challenges I had faced outside. “The journey within mirrors your inner self,” the woman explained. “Embrace this sanctuary to explore your heart’s depths and unravel its truths.” A subtle shift in the air redirected my path to a reflective pool at the center. My reflection gazed back at me, vulnerable yet resolute. As I peered into the pool, I saw not only my external form but also the essence of my being

The air grew thick with anticipation as the grove shimmered with a soft golden light. In that moment, visions began to swirl around me, revealing fragments of my past, present, and future. They showed me moments of joy and moments of despair, the heights of success and the depths of vulnerability. I watched as the threads of my life wove together, creating a tapestry of experiences and emotions. But amidst the visions, a mirror materialized before me—a mirror that reflected not only my external appearance but also the essence of who I was. As I gazed into it, I saw my deepest desires, my greatest fears, and the vulnerabilities that lay hidden within.

she said softly, “it feels so personal. Like a reflection of everything you’ve been through.” Elara nodded, her throat tightening with emotion. “It is. I painted it during a difficult time. It was my way of processing everything—my sister, my family, the lies. I was trying to find my way out of the darkness.” Miriam turned to Elara, her expression filled with understanding. “And you did, didn’t you? You found your way.” Elara felt a lump rise in her throat. “I think I’m still finding it. But I’m getting there.”

“This is the moment. Right now. You choose whether the future is forged by what you believe… or what it has already decided.” I looked at my hands. At the hairline fractures now visible along my arms, glowing faintly beneath the skin. “Am I already too far gone?” She shook her head. “You’re only lost if you decide you are.” Maxwell stepped closer. “Lena. What do you want to do?” I didn’t know. But I felt it. The tension between timelines, between selves. One path waiting to be claimed. The other… quietly vanishing. My voice shook. “If I destroy the reflection, what happens?”

My reflection was surrounded by a halo of golden and white light. Then it grinned. "Now what?" I whispered. "An additional trial?" "No," the reflection said silently, its voice entering my head straight. "You won the trial." But you have to stay until the end of time. I gazed. "Who are you?" It said, "Emily, that's not the right question." "Ask me what I am." What we are. A knot of coldness grew in my stomach. "So, what are we?" I muttered. The light surrounding the reflection flickered menacingly as it leaned closer.

Then he pulled Zadkiel in front of the mirror and stood behind him like they did a few months ago. "Tell me do you not look beautiful anymore?" Irvin asked. "I do but-" Irvin cut him off. "Tell me do you not look cute anymore?" "Irvin..." "Tell me?" "Yes, I do." "Do you feel any change in your personality as an individual? Do you want to go on a killing rampage?" "No, but, Irvin-"

Hers were darker. I clutch my chest, terrified out of my skin, doing my best not to have a cardiac event and knock myself out. I swallow, calming my nerves as I count to ten. What was the point of hiding from myself if we were both the same person? A brave step forward, bracing myself to face my inner demons only to find the mirror devoid of any other reflection but the one I know now. “It’s a truth mirror. It reveals the one thing we’re afraid to accept.”