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Description
A powerful magic mirror is the only hope for the magical world...can it save us...or are we doomed to a world that we have created...a single soul has sought out this mirror...will he find what he desires...
The Mirror of Forsaken Destiny….
Chapter One
The Mirror
There he stood, just facing the wall. Though you could not tell through the darkness, a mirror adorned that wall, a simple mirror, tarnished from the sands of time. His face was full of contemplative thought, his eyes focused on the goal. This man, who was really still a boy in many respects, stood with such poise that one must have suspected he was raised to be the utmost best. His head was graced with silver locks, and his complexion was of a pale hue, milky white; nothing blemishing his fair features. Though you could barely tell anything about this person, if you looked into his eyes you could see he was in dire straits. He looked so forlorn; nothing seemed to keep him here, not of this world at least.
He stepped up to the mirror, gazing at it with such intensity that one would have thought the glass of the mirror should have shattered. He knew some of the powers this mirror was imbued with, and he knew this was his last chance. Though at first glance this mirror would look just like a common mirror, seemingly ordinary, but if one knew how to tell, they would be shocked with the magnitude of its greatness. A simple verse was etched on the frame of the mirror, which would magically translate to the language of the one who looked into its reflection. The verse was as such:
Once what was,
Shall be seen again,
In a new light,
Sung to a different hymn.
But what he did not know, and anyone for that matter, was that there was another verse concealed on the back of the mirror. It told of its further power:
By some act of divine intervention,
Shall this vision be one of greater good,
The sands of time will be turned,
Its mere fabric will unfold,
And this new reality will come anew,
And hope will come to us once more.
The power which this mirror hides is this: it can show how the life, the destiny, of the person viewing the mirror could have changed, if they had taken a different action or course in life. Though we do not know if that back verse is truthful, we know it states that if the need was great enough, and the sight of this new reality was greater then the current one, then the mirror would fold the fabric of time and bring about this new truth.
He peered at the mirror, his nose nearly touching its surface. His grey eyes pierced it, trying to find a way to invoke its power. The longer he stood the more his spirit yearned for its power. Every fiber of his being screaming for an answer, yet only the silence answered his cries. He balled up his fist and shook it; that was the only way he could express his emotions. He slammed it against the stone and slumped against the wall. He put his hands to his face and wept. Everything he had been trying to keep caged in side him poured forth, like a dam breaking against the insistent pounding on its walls. The words finally escaped his lips, "Why me?"
He sat there for what seemed like ages, the silence of the room still bearing down on him.
"Why did everything have to go so wrong," a mere whisper uttered out of his lips, "Why did this have to happen to me, I never, in my whole life, thought a thing like this would ever happen." He wiped a lone tear from his eye. "I never thought one single person could have ever endured this much pain, whether it be physical or mental," a raw emotion echoed in his voice, "I wish it could all just end." Then he a thought lingered in his mind, "Why am I here then?"
He gathered up all of his will and stood once more. He slowly raised his eyes and faced the mystical relic. "This life I live in is a nightmare." he thought. He then spoke to the mirror, " I am here to see what my life would have been like with that certain person, whose name I do not utter here, but I know your power can tell you who I speak of. All I want is to see a moment with just them and myself, alone, with the time standing still; only basking in each others presence. My name is Draco Malfoy. Show me what I wish to see."
Then the mirror awoke. A blinding white like engulfed the room. Draco's hands were trying to shield his eyes from such intensity. A moving picture gradually came into the glass of the mirror. He watched the mirror, trying to give meaning to what this object was trying to show him. Then to the astonishment of Draco, the picture broke the confines of mirror. His surroundings gave way and he was immersed in this new scene. He lost all of his sense of space and direction. He did not know where he was only that the darkness was his only companion. And with that he lost consciousness slipping into a deep sleep.