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“Failure to accept your fatal flaws shall end in death. Touch the mirrors and begin your trials.”

 

Uhhhhhh … what made the mirror’s special?

How are mirrors related to fatal flaws?

What trials?

 

“So, who wants to go first?” comes a strange voice I hadn’t heard yet – yet being defined as ‘since I fell through the first hole in reality.’

Punk.

See punks, this is why you don’t fall through holes in reality. This is why you don’t fall through holes in reality.

This is why you don’t fall through holes in reality!

 

“This can’t be happening.”

Aaaaaaand that would be the punk that tried to run me over with his car.

I switch Umberuin to my other hand and flick a nob under the center leather handle. It’s ready if I need it – trials ya’know punk?

I am soooo tired. I never got to sleep last night. I’ve been hunted by Shads. I’ve been shot at – before and after falling through a hole in reality. Which is also going on the list! I have glass in my foot.

And. Now. I have to deal with THIS. This son of a shad!

I sit down and pull off my boot, hoping to get the glass out. And maybe stop the bleeding with … something.

My pack is at my camp. With my first aid kit.

Flooded tunnels.

 

“I mean, I certainly don’t – want to, that is.” The stranger continues rambling.

And fidgeting with something, I guess. I can feel and hear it. Click, click, click, like the cubes of wood that Search sometimes rolls around over the table when she’s bored.  “But I guess that can’t be helped…”

I won’t bore you with the details of picking out a knife of glass from between your foot bones. Suffice to say, my hands are slick with blood by the end of it, but the glass is out of my foot.

Now, I need to find out how to bandage it and then find out what mirrors have to do with fatal flaws.

 

“All must enter or all must die. Chose your trials.” 

“To go through any would only be what we deserve.” Oh. That’s the punk that actually tried to help me. Wonder what he thought he was gonna get out of it.

No. Shut up. Some people actually want to help others! I mean, look at Search!

“I can go first. To whichever you all decide.”

Uhhhhh. What? Decide what? By what criteria…

…Cracked keystone.

There’s writing isn’t there?

 

“Ya’know what. I’m just gonna go with the one nearest me.” I say, stretching out my leg. I probably need stitches, but I ain’t got nothing to do that with. “Once I fix my foot.”

If I can fix my foot.

Don’t trip. If you trip, you die. They’ll get you then.

I tighten my grip on Umberuin and consider my options …

… which are all reliant on the people around me.

I’m gonna die aren’t I?