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@kristianne-hassman ‘sall (is that even a word?) good!

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M’kay. Let’s see what I can come up with for Dharin’s next episode…

@rusted-knight By the way, do you mean that everyone can see the others’ reflections, so if you and I are both in front of it, I can see both our reflections? I’m gonna write as if the characters can only see their own, and modify that if needed.

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Dharin followed the others into the library and watched as the man lit torches along the walls. A couple sneezes behind Dharin made him turn. He saw the tall, stern woman from earlier, flipping through a book. What was she doing here? He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come. She was probably looking for the same thing as them: an explanation or a way out.

Dharin turned back as Prince Luke pointed out a mirror nearby, and walked over to look at it along with the man and the prince. Instead of seeing his reflection, however, and the reflections of the others in the room, Dharin saw a sword, not unlike his own, surrounded by mist that floated about, absent-mindedly wrapping and unwrapping around the blade. In the pommel of the sword was set a compass with four needles, but no markings to indicate direction. As Dharin stared into the mirror, a locket floated down, settling beside the sword.

Then a foreign whip of the Ikarialn make snaked its way out of the mist. It circled the locket, then snapped in the air, hitting the locket and breaking it into two pieces, the picture inside poking out. The sword immediately shattered, and the pieces fell to land around the broken locket. Dharin looked closer, and, recognizing the picture, took a shocked step backwards, his hand going to the neck of his shirt to clasp the chain that hung under it, that held a locket with an identical picture.

He knew the others would be staring at him, but he didn’t really care right then. How did the mirror see that? How did it know? Dharin tore his gaze away from the mirror, feeling his heart racing beneath his sister’s locket that rested on his chest. He avoided the eyes of the others, and paced back out the door, down the hall a little ways and around a corner, then pressed his back against the wall, letting himself slip to the ground, his brow shining with sweat.

The sword was himself. The unhelpful compass and the mist would be his own uncertainty as to where he should be going. The locket was his sister, and the foreign whip… Dharin shook his head angrily. The mirror did nothing but show him his biggest fear. How useful. He clenched his jaw, and forced himself to continue his mental list. The whip symbolized the slavery his sister was sold into. The whip breaking the locket, then the sword shattering- that was Dharin’s greatest fear, and what would come of it coming true. Slavery would finally break his sister forever, even kill her, and Dharin himself would be shattered. Pulse still racing, he dropped his head into his hands, trying to take deep breaths, trying to calm down. Really, it wasn’t like he didn’t already know all that.

He stood up, and leaned against the wall. What made it so difficult was the fact that the mirror knew. And Dharin had always tried his best to never think about it, yet here was this stupid mirror, throwing it in his face, mocking him. He turned to glare at the wall, wondering if he would gain anything by punching it.

He shook the thought aside, and drew his rapier, retreating a few paces into the center of the hall. He ran through footwork drills, making himself focus on light, graceful steps. He practiced everything he knew how to practice, and finished everything off with the most complicated set of movements he knew. By the time he was finished, he was dripping with sweat and had a raging need for water, but he felt better mentally. A voice behind him made him turn.

“Impressive.” The man who hadn’t yet introduced himself was leaning against the wall with one shoulder, arms crossed. It was a relaxed, casual pose, yet Dharin suspected that the man could draw a weapon and be ready to use it within a moment’s notice.

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So there’s that lol. Hopefully I did alright with Isaac? I figured he’d probably be suspicious of Dharin running off like that and would probably go investigate. *shrugs* Lemme know if that’s wrong and I’ll fix it. 😀

Also I took some liberties with the mirror. Hope that was also ok!

Just a few notes for whomever continues… Maybe Rusted Knight in particular since Isaac is with Dharin… Dharin is going to be rather defensive, though not aggressively so, if anyone asks him what’s up, or what he saw in the mirror. He might mention that he saw something he didn’t like, or that he saw himself as a sword, but he’s not gonna say anything about his sister or anything like that. But yeah like I said, he’s not gonna be aggressively defensive. More like “I don’t wanna talk about it, stop asking me, thanks.”