The mirror's image was blurry. I squinted my eyes, turning my head one way and another. What could it be? The shape looked humanoid. Black hair...tanner skin...It was a boy! A boy? But what did that mean? He turned around, and the image sharpened. His face wasn't unpleasant. With a start, I realized his skin wasn't tan, but coffee colored-he wasn't Caucasian. His eyes widened in shock as though he recognized what he was looking at. He looked flustered.
Then his lips moved. I could only understood the last word.
"...Sierra?"
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Myths: The Folklore Trilogy
FantasyBook 1 in The Folklore Trilogy Sierra Claget has a pretty average life, until one day she is diagnosed as " insane" and sent to Natasha Simone's School for Girls. However, she soon discovers that she is not insane at all, but rather an ancient and...
