Your name is Safira, at least for now, and you are home alone. Your interests lie in all the fine arts, though you've always had a talent for painting above everything else. You are working on one of your 'masterpieces', though you know that your father is the only one who can admire it. You are very young still, though you are hundreds of thousands of years old in earth years.
It is sad, but you try not to think too much about the past, and all the people you've lost. When you were just a baby, a strange disease infected all of your people. But somehow, you and your father were unaffected, though you were the only survivors. The door opens, and you gently put down the brush that you were holding.
Your father is standing in the doorway, the setting northern sun squeezing around him. You shield your eyes, and can only make out his shadow. You take a step closer, wondering why the man hasn't yet stepped inside. "Papa?"
He finally surges forward, and you step back in fright. He ends up backing you into the wall, and now that you are away from the door, you get a good look at his eyes. The normal blue color is tinged red at the edges, and he has large fangs bared. You remember that the disease was spread by being bitten, and you try to shove him away. But he is much older and stronger than you, and you are stuck.
He gives you a lopsided grin. "Don't be frightened. I have a present for you." He holds out a box wrapped in beautiful gold paper, and you tentatively reach out and take it. He growls approvingly as you hold the package in his hands. It's not too heavy, but you are afraid of whatever could be inside. You know that even though the man before you looks like your father, it is no longer him. He cannot be trusted, yet you have no other choice.
You tear off the gold paper with shaky hands, and let it flutter to the floor. You pull off the lid of the box, and drop that as well. Inside, nestled in a bed of velvet, is a mirror. You pick it up with a little confusion. You look closer at the engraved golden back, and you see that it is depicting a short story. A very bloody story. You turn it back around to look at your reflection that is staring up at you. You gulp. "Papa? What is this?"
He grinned maniacally. "It's a present for my little girl. Do you like it? Let me show you how it works."
He snatches the mirror from your loose grip, and holds it close to his face. His breath fogs it for a moment, and he hands it back to you. When it clears, you see tiny people in the mirror. You automatically glance behind you, but there is no one there. You look closer, and can see all the tiny details. "Papa?"
He grins at the uncertainty in your voice. "My darling, don't you know who killed off our people all those years ago?" You shake your head silently. "It was those silly fools, the ones who call themselves gods, but that is a lie. They are nothing compared to us. Not anymore."
Your eyes widen. You know that the gods have always been considered off limits to your people, for some reason. But your leader wouldn't have wanted them to be left alone for no good reason. "Papa? Who are these people?"
He laughed. "They are those puny gods, no longer wielding the power that they thought made them invincible. And now they are at our mercy. We can do whatever we want to them."
Your heart is pounding so hard you're afraid that it will burst right out of your chest. "What do you mean?"
"Watch this." He snatches back the mirror, and you let him take it, not wanting to anger him. He holds it up with one hand, and presses his pointer finger to the glass. He drags his finger across the surface, and to your surprise, the tiny chair that he was pointing to moves with his finger. "We can control their entire lives!" He reaches out his free hand. "Join me, my precious Safira." His face softens into the features that you recognize and love. "We can be happy together, doing whatever we want, no consequences, no fear. No more being all alone on this dead planet. We can finally leave this place behind, and do whatever we want, whenever we want. You can show off your paintings and sing for an audience, and never regret anything ever again. We'll be able to find your mother again."
You are tempted. He is offering you something that you've wanted your entire life. To be able to share your many talents with people besides your father. To never be scared of some stupid disease. But most of all, to find the woman who gave birth to you. She was off planet when the disease struck, and then all entrances and exits to this planet were shut down. To be able to meet her again would be a miracle.
But then you shake your head. You know that this disease is evil, that this man is no longer your father. He will either bite you and pass on the infection, or kill you now. Neither seem like the most appealing of options. You grab the mirror out of his hands, and he smiles, thinking that you were siding with him. You raise it above your head, and a dark look flashes across his face.
He reaches out to grab it, but you've got momentum on your side. You swing the mirror down, intending to smash it on the ground. Instead of a sharp thunk, there is a soft thud, and then the sound of glass falling to the ground.
The man slumps to the ground. You can see that he is still breathing, and you are relieved that you didn't just murder the man who used to be your father. You glance down at the glass shards, and in the two largest pieces, you can still see the tiny people. You scoop up the two pieces, and withdraw your hand after a piece of glass shreds through your skin.
Your blood drips one of the pieces, and you watch in horrified fascination as it seems to fall right through the glass, into the space where the tiny people were. It fell onto the only two surviving people, and they screamed as a loud sizzle filled the air. They collapse to the ground, and you spot tiny horns now sprouting from their heads.
You tear off a strip of the bottom of your shirt, and then turn to the unconscious man. He looks so peaceful, and with his eyes closed you can't even see that his eyes are messed up. You kiss him gently on the forehead, and sniffle as you turn back to the shards. A large tear rolls down your cheek, and lands on the second shard. It slips inside just like the blood drop, and lands on the people in it. You stare intently at the people, and their faces have grim frowns on them. Where before they were gray, their skin was now a pale white.
You cautiously pick up the shards, slip them into the pocket of your skirt, and stand up. You begin to walk to the open door, but you are grabbed from behind by your father. He is holding one of the glass shards to your throat. "I made this just for you, and this is how you repay me? By destroying it completely? Well then guess what. I'm just going to have to destroy you."
You struggle in his iron grasp, but there is no chance for escape. You're screaming and crying babbles of nonsensical words. Who will search for your mother now? And who will protect this tiny people? With a flick of his wrist, the glass has been dragged across your neck, and you collapse to the floor. The shards fly out of your pocket, and land just out of the way of being crushed.
You can feel the pain, and you're choking and begging for breath. You can see the grey blood spreading across the floor, and it covers the shards. You try to say your father's name one last time, to see if he will return to you, for even a moment. But your words are garbled, and what comes out sounds more like gibberish than his actual name.
The world around you starts getting fuzzy around the edges, and then it slowly begins to fade to black. You reach out to him, but your hand only clenches around empty air, and soon you don't have enough energy to keep the limb elevated. You don't have enough energy for anything, and then everything is gone.