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[Willow Smythe]

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The temperature was frigid. Her breath was labored. There was hardly a break in color. Snow blanketed the forest entirely. Fresh snow was falling frm the sky to endure covering any untouched patches of earth. Wind blew wayward snow flakes to and fro. Willow had already been trudging her way through this forest for hours yet making no progress as the path behind her was covered hurriedly by the new snow fall, making her journey virtually unwritten. She only seemed to be making circles though she hadn’t made a single turn. Willow could swear that she’d seen that tree a fair few times already. She continued on determined to see this to the end. In the distance Willow heard her mother reciting her poem. It sounded like her mother was close and very far away and had a more echoing ring from when she first heard it. The more disturbing was the sound of a babe’s cry. It sounded as if it were just beyond the trees that she couldn’t seem to pass.
In an effort to change pattern, Willow took an abrupt right turn. The scene didn’t change, not even the all to familiar tree. She stopped and put her hands on her hips. She glanced around studying her evident lack of progress. Frustrated, she dew her kryss and began charging the tree that mocked her with its constant familiarity.

A nice hole in the trunk should right that cursed tree.
Just as she was going t strike Willow saw the break in the monotony she’d been longing for. From here it was a no more than a yards away. Distant pillars that circled the a clearing could be seen, which gave off a silvery light that gleamed onto the snow. As she came upon the clearing she could see that these columns were not in fact columns but six full length mirrors in a complete circle. She walked around them in awe and caution. She passed each mirror examining its backside for what purpose she did not know but her years of training were like instinct and she knew she must come to know these mirrors inside and out.
After she deemed her inspection of them complete she aligned herself within the circle. Firstly Willow saw nothing more than reflections of reflections. A void of what looked like endless doorways each reflecting the other infinite times over. Once she was standing on the circle’s edge she saw herself with in every mirror. Each reflecting her directly or another mirror’s reflection. Willow smirked seeing this. It was not vanity that tickled her so, but the mere thought of this may Willows roaming the lands. She stepped inside the circle. Now she was able to see herself from every angle.

I look the same since day I returned to life. She thought to herself. Her green hair spilled wildly down her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with a mischievous sparkle. Whilst she studied herself her reflection began to shrink slightly. Not just shrinking but unaging her faces features took on a slightly more rounder look. Her free unbound hair began to weave itself into two long braids on either side of her head. The little girl stood there before Willow with her hands on her hips.
“Quite right Willow, nothing about you has changed” The reflection said.
“that’s not true” Willow replied.
“Externally you have changed, you changed your surroundings and you even gained a lover. But you still accept the same things that I did. The same possibilities available to a twelve year old. You’ve pushed many boundaries of the extraordinary, yet you hold yourself back of the simple things. You take on substitutes for these things you’ve convinced yourself that you couldn’t have and they have fallen” The mirror then showed her a vision of Z’ev.
“He was NOT a substitute!!” Willow yelled, as she stuck the mirror with her kryss shattering it. Each piece went straight into Willow. Not one hit the ground. Willow screamed as each pierced her skin. The younger reflection appeared in the mirror behind her.
“Each time you cause the destruction of a mirror, the pieces will embed themselves with in you. So you will feel the consequences of your actions so you will feel the cut of your refusal and reluctance to accept this rite. Each time you strike down a mirror a new one will replace it and we start over.”
Hearing this enraged Willow, she grabbed her kryss and began to destroy each of the standing mirrors. Unlike the first mirror the pieces fell to the snow. Willow smirked as she destroyed the last.
“All talk, no action” Willow said as she stepped one foot out of the circle.
Then as if by force she was thrown back into the center of the clearing. As soon as her back touched the ground thousands of the tiny shards went into Willow.
“If you cannot live in the confines of this circle then you cannot live out of it. This circle offers you truths. It will also reflect falsities before you leave you must know to tell one from the other. I can see this is going to take some time, we’ll start again tomorrow.”
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Malorn ‎(12:14 AM):
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[Willow Smythe]

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