It shouldn't have happened. We just wanted to have some fun with the mirror. It wasn't supposed to take him.
As I stare at you through the glass I can't help but feel I led you to your death. I should have warned you not to touch the glass. I should have warned you that the reflection you see is not what it seems to be. I should have known you'd get curious. I should have known you'd look too closely…
I just wish I could have grabbed you in time. I wish I could have grabbed you as the reflection reached out and pulled you in. I was so, so close! You had your feet dug into the ground by the roots of the tree and your hands pressed against the rough bark.
You cried out my name and I came running. I grabbed you from behind and tried to pull you back with all my strength, but you were too close to the oh so innocent looking glass inside the ornate golden frame.
The reflection morphed into me and it grinned in triumph. Time seemed to slow down as you looked over your shoulder at me, the glow of terror sparkling in your emerald eyes. And at the same time, it was a look that told me you knew what was about to happen.
And it pulled you in…
You screamed, I cried out. I saw glimpses of the battle through the shimmer. You fought hard, but it fought better. It was only by mere luck that you tripped the demon and drove your cleaver down hard on the scruff of its pale neck.
You ran to the mirror and banged on the glass, screaming out curses and wiping the blood that dribbled over your brow away until you realised it was pointless. You tried to speak but sound was lost through the reflection of the mirror. I could give you things, but no matter how hard I tried I could not get you out nor enter myself.
I moved the mirror into our old home building and set it on the wall of our old bedroom. I gave you many things so you wouldn't get bored and we would speak for hours. I would talk and you would write into a book and show me the words, even if you had to write backwards.
As the years went by it became apparent that you weren't aging while stuck inside the mirror. You watched me grow old and I watched you stay young.
I often joked about the old days when you promised to cure me, and how that would never happen now. All thoughts of Lalnable and my clone were forgotten over time after you went into that dreaded mirror.
Even now, as I lay old and withered, tainted beyond measure I still blame myself for this and I still know I should have read ahead and I regret it more every time I see you trapped within the mirror.
This is not how our story should end. It should not have ended with us separated by a pane of glass. But unfortunately, this is what happens when you enter the looking glass.