So they were staying permanently stuck in Auradon for the time being. Jay and Carlos didn't mind, of course, because there were so many aspects of the kingdom they would love to explore or steal in Jay's case. They all currently sat in Mal and Evie's room trying to formulate a new game plan. Evie picked up her mirror not paying attention to the words being said around her. Now that she finally has access to her magic and could fully explore her witchy roots, she felt a new sense of fulfillment that she never felt before.
She lovingly strokes the mirror with her thumb, admiringly staring at her own reflection. However, unknown to her, the reflection distorted ever so slightly as the mirror was hypnotizing her slowly. Putting thoughts into her brilliant mind and seducing her with falsehoods of unlimited power, the mirror beckons her to explore a darker will. Say the words. Evie looked around confused, her friends still conversing among themselves, no one else there but them. So who had said that? She looked down at the mirror, her reflection there no more, as a flash of a porcelain white face mask appeared for a brief moment.
She gasps, throwing the mirror up in fear but manages to catch it quickly. She looks the mirror over, breathing a sigh of relief that it's not broken. Her mind suddenly becomes cloudy with words she didn't even think of coming to her mind, "Mirror, Mirror, in my hand, who's the cutest in the land?"
The mirror zoomed in on her, and Evie placed a hand on her chest flattered. "Thank you, magic mirror!"
Mal, noticing Evie was talking to the mirror in her hand, calls Evie's name. "E, what are you doing?"
"Just messing with the mirror, it says I'm the cutest in the land!' She sputters out excited but suddenly retracts her statement, "After you, of course, M." An unexpectant blush forming on her face.
"Uh, Thanks, E." Mal's eyes narrow at the mirror in suspicion. "Maybe you should put the mirror down?" She suggests with concern.
"Why?" Evie questions pulling the mirror into her chest defensively. She had already formed a strong bond with her mother's mirror. It was her birthright and will stay with her always.
"Cause, you're being weird."
Evie puts her hand down, mirror clutched securely in her palm. "I'm not, I'm being my normal, adorable self." She gives Mal a perky smile, and Mal raises her eyebrows with a stronger amount of suspicion than before.
"Uh-huh. So normal." Mal's voice drips with sarcasm as she gets up from her bed, and places her hand out palm up, "Let me hold the mirror, E."
She's trying to separate us. Protect me! "No!" Evie cried, backing away clouded by her anguish.
The mirror took advantage of the distraction and a light peered through, shining brightly, filling the room. And suddenly with a flash, everyone was gone; the only thing left in the room was Evie's mother's mirror that had a partial smile on its face. So it begins.
A.N. This is super short, sorry about that. I really wanted to write a dark Evie fic, so super excited about this! I also finished another huma one-shot so hopefully, that'll be up soon. Thank you, Timothy my wonderful editor for helping me with this! And I hope you guys enjoy bye!
