The True Mirror
One dark night, Melodia was sitting at the vanity in her bedroom with the lights turned off, staring dully at her reflection in the mirror and playing with her hair. As she worked her fingers in and out of blue threads, she noticed something strange. A white hair, hidden in the braid she was making. She touched it, briefly, as though it were a snake. It couldn't be; she was much too young to be graying. Unless...
Her fingers tensed on the braid as she looked down; she began to hurriedly pull it apart, praying in breathless whispers, searching for loose white strands.
She found one, then another, and soon countless white locks were pouring through her fingers. Melodia looked up at the mirror, horrified.
She breathed then. She slowly let herself sink down. It was still a vibrant aqua blue.
...Maybe it was time to turn on the lights.