Word Count: 678
Enjoy!
It hadn't always been a mirror. It had started as a window. The grandest of all windows. The inventer who had made it had given it as a gift to the Marquess de Babineux. Until that time, no magic had touched it. But a maid of the Marquess, Aimee, was a witch. Thus the first magic to touch the even surface was cleaning magic. Who could possibly have reached the top to clean the invisible plane of invisible smudges? For years the only magic the window found was that of cleaning, and overtime it grew to resist dirt, dust, and smudge. During these years the Marquess had fallen in love with the Marquis Dumont. He would frequently visit her, and she would sit by the window and watch him leave. Until the day he did not return. The Marquess had heard of no reason for her love to remain away, and so she spent her days staring through the glass. Waiting. This the window absorbed as well.
War soon broke out, and the house in which the window sat was destroyed. The magic that had kept the window clean, also protected it from this. Time passed as the window lay beneath the rubble. At one point a rat made her nest under the protective barrier. When the rubble was moved, and the rat scared away, the window was looked upon once more. It was a group of wizards who had been drawn by the magic it held. They marveled over it's protection. One of the wizards, a Scottish man named O'Hare, quickly claimed the glass for himself. He saw the potential in the smooth surface and soon brought it to a blacksmith who coated one side in silver and encased the entire piece in old redwood.
For years it lay in the man's house as a mirror, and reflected all it saw. But then the young daughter of the man made a wish. The magic responded. When the girl looked into the mirror she saw her speckled skin clear, her small nose point, and her messy hair glisten. At first she had been amazed at her own transformation, but soon discovered she only looked like that in this one mirror. It was not long before she preferred to sit in a chair by this mirror and stare her days away. She failed to notice her own growing beauty, and slowly began to forget herself.
O'Hare had not been the most observant of parents, and when his wife had passed he had neglected his only daughter. When he found her dead in a chair, he immediately regretted that. The doctors declared that she had died of starvation. When the house elves had been questioned they couldn't answer. O'Hare had long since banned them from the room the mirror was sitting in, and the elves hadn't seen the girl in almost a week. O'Hare never considered the mirror.
It only took a few weeks for the mirror to ensnare the man. In it he found his wife and daughter still alive sitting next to the fire with him. His eyes never turned to the cold grate behind him. It took him two days to notice the mirror on the mantel behind him. He got a good look at himself and saw the reality he was living in. However he couldn't break from the need. With the last of his willpower he walked toward the mirror and kept his eyes on the reflection in it. Slowly he wrote out the words "I show not your face, but your heart's desire."
The next to collect the mirror, hardly looked in it for a moment, he was only interested in the profit it would gain him.
Over time the mirror moved around the western world. The wood had been coated in metal to keep it solid, and the handwriting of O'Hare replaced with a professionals carving. However, the carver couldn't read the original handwriting, and so carved the words as he saw them. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."
Written for the Pokemon Journey Challenge
Prompts: Mirror, Even