I really like the manga. I honestly hoped more people would write fanfics for this so hopefully some people would. Maybe this will cause a chain of events. Anyways I hope you like it. It's my first time writing first person (I think?) so please review and tell me if you like it.

Disclaimer- not mine

I was looking at my own reflection again. It wasn't because of vanity. I made no assumptions about myself. I considered myself average in every way. Average height, average looks, and brown native to those born in the Bairong Empire. I reached out and my reflection reached out as well. The difference was, the reflection's hand wrapped around my throat.

I always found it so easy for me to kill someone. Everything was so fragile, so human, including me. If I gave the command, I would be dead. Sometimes I wanted that but every time I remembered her. I traced the scar that ran across my chest. I swore I would kill her, the same way she killed my friends and family in Cramar.

Cramar, my home, was beautiful. There was a lake, with bright blue and pristine waters. The neighboring forests were full of life. Every New Year, the men would go out to hunt wild game while the women cooked up a feast to celebrate the coming of a new year.

At this same time, she came. She started killing everyone. The men, the women, the children, the elderly, and even the newborns, she killed with no mercy. I would have died too if my little sister had not awoken her powers as a witch. She used magic and teleported us away from the bloodbath. I didn't know how but we survived when everyone else died.

No sooner did we arrive then I passed out. I later learned the place we were teleported to was the North Witch Hunter Base. I woke up in a room painted white with flower wallpapers. I thought I died and went to some messed up afterlife. I tried to leave but the door was locked.

Hours later, someone came in. I learned her name was Iris like the flower. And like a flower, she looked fragile and weak but beautiful. Her long blonde hair meant she wasn't from Bairong. Her accent told me she was from Briton. She told me about my situation. In turn, she asked me what happened. I told her in as much detail as I can remember. By the time I was done, there were tears running down my face. She comforted me. It wasn't until then that I realized the full impact of what happened and who she was. She was WH and my little sister was a witch.

Afraid for her, I lashed out at Iris. I grabbed her by the neck and asked her unkindly where my sister was. She coughed out the answer and I ran out the door. No sooner than I did then a fist hit me in the stomach. A tall, voluptuous black haired woman in her late twenties or early thirties was in front of me. Before I could react, I was unconscious by a blow to the back of my neck.

When I woke up for the second time, I found myself in chains. I tried for a few moments to break free but eventually gave up. I felt a hand on my face and realized that there was somebody in the room. I turned to the offender and found it was Iris. I felt guilty when I realized she was checking to see if I had a bruise. I slowly apologized but shirked her attempts to help. I knew when I was in the wrong but I hated when somebody touched me.

"You're safe here," I remembered her saying but I didn't believe her. Even now I don't.

A little later, the woman who knocked me out came again, this time with my sister in tow. My sister was a sight for sore eyes. She was dressed in long robes that covered her pudgy body. Her long black hair cascaded down her back covered by a hat, a witch's hat. The hat was alluring. It was the same shape and size as the hat the witch that attacked us wore. The colors were different, scarlet red and turquois, my sister's favorites. But both were a symbol of power. I wanted it, the power that came with it anyways.

The woman Tania Doberg informed me of the situation. My sister would remain here. It was her choice to hunt down the witches that threatened the world and obtain revenge at the same time. She then offered me a choice. I could remain here and get stronger. If I do, I would get protection, a steady job, and a home to replace the one I lost. I would also get to remain by my sister, to protect her if I could. By protect, I instinctively knew she meant control.

Or I could leave and get my memory wiped out. They would erase all memory of my life. They would ensure I get adopted by a nice family. Perhaps I could even live in peace and settle down someday. But what brother, what human would give up the last of their family? My choice was obvious.

So here I stood in front of a mirror in that same room. I asked for the wallpaper to be changed but was given a dark look by Ms. Doberg. I never brought it up again. I don't do much in the room anyways.

The wound still throbbed painfully once in a while. But it served as a reminder that there was something I needed to do. For that reason I became strong. With my "Mirror" I would find the murderer, the murderer named Aria.

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