Dark Mirror

Prologue part one

I looked at the coffins being carried to the cemetery. I watched as people around me bowed their heads in respect but no one cried. They all hated Reah and Sahl as rulers. They happened to be my parents though, yet I still could not shed a tear.

I walked up to the stage with trembling hands, "Attention please," I said. "A toast to my parents. They were the greatest rulers of our time. To Reah and Sahl Casagar. You will be missed, Amen". They were silent for a beat then echoed my Amen. I walked off the stage and watched the priest, Father McCarthy, start performing our ritual.

Father McCarthy spoke in a calm voice, "Reah and Sahl Casagar may you lie in peace. May your souls travel up to heaven. May all your sins be washed away with death. Rest God's children. For you are going home."

I could smell the incense as it burned and the smoke rose up. I do wish it would've gone down that would have cursed them forever. I didn't hear anyone sad. Some might've been happy. People were whispering to each other, some about me. I closed my eyes and prayed for peace and opened them again after I could breathe a sigh of relief.

I looked away when they covered the coffin. "I'm next aren't I?" I thought to myself, "The youngest ruler, only sixteen". I slipped off into the shadows and watched people walk up to my younger brother to pay respects. He was only thirteen and was the only one with a hint of tears in his eyes. He seemed to think that my parents were the best no matter what I tried to teach him. I looked up as it was my turn for people to pay respects to. They walked in a line each one telling me how sad it was for my parents to have died.

I just repeated the same sentence over and over, "I can only hope they are going to a better place." Everyone nodded then walked away. I waited for the ceremony to end. It finally ended and I walked off to my room. I looked around the room comforted by the familiar sight. The bed in the corner, my paintings on the walls, and the window with my curtains I got at twelve.

My sights landed on the mirror. My grandpa had handcarved it before he died and he claimed it was magic. I never believed him until last year. I needed help with a problem and looked in the mirror and asked for the answer. It spoke to me in my voice and body. I looked at myself in disbelief as in the mirror, I had said the answer.