Prologue

Mirror Souls: An ancient, magical being that is able to manipulate the reflective properties of mirrors, lakes, oceans, and other reflective surfaces to open portals to whole other realities and dimensions.

The Mirror Souls were born when a man (Japanese, by our racial standards) hoped to leave his sad, miserable life, without the pain of death. He searched his world (one far more advanced than ours) far and wide, travelling all around, until he came across a woman who claimed to be a witch that had perfected time travel. Not knowing that the woman was just a human con-woman, he paid every cent he had for the 'magical' potion in her possession. The potion, as the man found after he paid for and drank a quarter of the liquid, was just water from a strangely clear puddle the woman had happened across and filled every vial she had with the water.

He was very depressed after that, thinking he'd have to take his own life. He bought a knife and went to the nearest shoreline, the bottle of fake potion in his pocket. He hoped to that after stabbing himself in the heart, his body would fall into the ocean and float away, off the edge of the earth where nobody would ever find him. As he was about to plunge the knife into his chest, he tripped backwards and fell into the frothy surf. He sucked in a breath of water, thinking that maybe this would be a better way to die than a knife wound. He was about to suck in another mouthful, when he realized he wasn't under water anymore.

The man slowly sat up and found himself in a bed of soft, green moss in a clearing in a forest. As he took in his surroundings, he noticed a little boy standing just hidden by the trees. The boy watched him silently until the man coaxed him over. It was when the young boy was out of the trees that the man noticed the ears. The boy didn't have normal ears on the side of his head. No, his ears were in their normal spot, just pointed. He had a tail, too. A fluffy, orange fox tail. He was a Kitsune- one without parents.

The little Kitsune boy and the now magical man became fast friends. Turned out, the boy, after hearing the man's story, head seen water matching the description the man gave him, but couldn't remember where as he'd been travelling for many years since he'd been orphaned. They searched and searched for years, spreading their story and collecting helpers along the way to drink from each crystal clear body of water to see if it had the magical properties they longed for.

Finally, after the deaths of many of their explorers, they found the sacred water in a lake. The human who drank it stepped into the lake and disappeared from sight. Happy they'd found what they were looking for, the clan collected the water and voiced their story far and wide, attempting to widen their discovery as far as possible. It was then the Japanese man decided he could use this to start his own species.

He worked very hard for ten years, hoping to perfect a race that he dreamed to be peaceful and non-violent to the uttermost extent. Finally, his dream came true. The once tiny clan was now a race of ten thousand. With this, it was decided that the Reflecting Souls (as they called themselves) needed a world of their own.

The clan travelled through many worlds, searching for one that was close to or completely uninhabited. By pure miscalculation, they landed in the perfect world. Other than animals and occasional undeveloped human, it was unpopulated. They made this world their own and, because of the strange, reflective stone they found only in that world, named the world Echo.

A/N: Sooo, yeah. I know the prologue sucked, but if there's any questions you have about it, don't hesitate to ask.