Heyyy ! If you've already read my other stories, this one might seem a bit different, it's a completely different genre and everything :P (sorry for starting another new one before finishing the others by the way x( ) I hope u enjoy it ! :)

Chapter 1

For the first time, I understand: I'm not a mirror, a mere object, I'm a prisoner. A girl trapped in a glass cell, unable to get out, yet blissfully unaware of the situation. But I'm not naif anymore, I'm aware of my situation, and want, need to get out. To be free.

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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all ?"

These were the words which woke me for the first time. My first memory, one of few.

In the dim lighting, I found myself facing a pale young woman, of a rare and exotic beauty. She had unusually high cheekbones, cold, dark eyes and bright red hair, which was arranged in a neat bun atop of her head. It was a cold, heartless, beauty, but a beauty none the less.

"You are, my Queen." The words were out without my consent, before I could even register what I was saying.

The woman chuckled slightly, a dark, humorless sound.

"I believe the two of us will get along quite well, mirror." And with that she spun around, her elegant purple dress fanning out around her, and marched regally out of the room, which was abnormally large, and filled with many paintings and works of art, as well as the occasional slim phial. With her absence, darkness spread in from the edges of my vision, until only a small window was left for me to see what was beyond. The last gap closed, and I was plunged into oblivion once again.

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From then on, I was Mirror. I didn't know what I was, whether I was human or ghost, being or object. I was just Mirror, the Queen's confidence booster and occasional advisor.

I spent days on end asleep, dreaming of the Queen's past and future and present, and was only woken when the Queen desired my company or advice, which wasn't often.

Despite the Queen's cold manners, I actually came to depend upon her. She was my companion, the one person I knew. She was my mistress, and the only reason for my existence, even for my creation, was to serve her. I trusted her. Maybe I was made to trust her, to idolize her as I did, or maybe it was just me, whatever me was, but I couldn't fight it either way. I depended on her to wake me up, to give me those precious minutes of consciousness which were so rare.

I was able to spend more and more time awake after my queen's departures, and in those precious minutes, the times when I was neither asleep nor under the Queen's influence, I could actually think properly. I would wonder about life outside, about what other people looked like, whether their mannerisms were as unfeeling as the queen's, and about myself, and my own appearance.

Once, I had been able to ask the queen about myself, but her answers hadn't been nearly enough to quench my growing curiosity. It was one of my few memories which hadn't resembled the first.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all ?"

The Queen's regal voice had woken me up from slumber, as usual, and my answer had been mechanical, requiring absolutely no thought on my part.

"You are, my Queen."

"You flatter me Mirror, but I suppose you must, as I would order my blacksmiths to melt you if you responded otherwise." She said, laughing coldly at her own wit.

"Why do you ask then, if you know what the answer will be already." I replied, slightly puzzled.

"Oh Mirror, your fair hair must be a sign of your weak brain for you to wonder so."

A jolt ran through my whole being at this, and I couldn't stop my excitement from showing.

"I have hair ?!" I exclaimed, "Am I a lady or a man ?"

"You are a mirror, and a remarkably ugly one at that. Now, tell me what I should do to secure my rightful place on the throne."

"Please tell me more !" I begged, for the first time feeling annoyed at the woman's egocentrism.

"What more is there to tell ? I shan't spend my days speaking about you, a mere object, when my life is so much more interesting. You're a mirror showing a girl, nothing more. Now answer me !"

"How about you do the same thing you do for all your other problems ? Just kill someone off ?" I replied ironically.

"You're absolutely right." She proclaimed, and left the room once again, her blood red dress flowing behind her, before I could protest.

I was able to stay awake longer than ever after that conversation, trying in vain to imagine what I might look like. I was like a painting, unable to move or to look at myself, only able to observe the outside world.

This was the first time I realised that my queen might not be as good as I had thought, and the realisation shocked me profoundly. I hadn't had long to ponder it however, as blackness had soon crept in from the edges of my frame, sending me to sleep once again.

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