Hey guys my name is Firegoddess but you can just call me Fire. I have had this idea in my head for a while so please tell me what you think. So without a further ado I present…..
The Girl in the Mirror
(Prolog)
February 15, 1692
Salem Massachusetts
A long row of pitch forks and blazing torches could be seen from miles away. The procession was being lead to a small house hidden deep in the thick woods. A chant was being sung by the angry and scared villagers rang through the darkness.
"KILL THE WITCH AND WIZARD!" over and over again.
At the small house the figure of a young girl no older than 16 shown in the window, the figure called out.
"Father! The hunters are coming!"
A middle aged man walked up behind the girl and peered over her head. The girl turned to her father and said.
"Father what should we do!" the girl said brown eyes shining with fear. The man did not answer just looked out the window.
"FATHER!" the brown eyed girl yelled.
Her father finally snapped out of his trance and sprang into action.
"Maximum go to the attic and take off the cloth that covers the mirror, and wait there I will join you soon." He said
"Yes sir" Maximum replied, with that the girl ran up the stairs.
Her father stood at the door and held up his hands. They started glowing a bright white light. The light spread and covered the doors and windows momentarily keeping the father and daughter safe. He lowered his hands. Racing up the stairs he threw open the small door leading to the attic.
Upon entering the attic he saw that his daughter had done as he asked. Again raising his hand, he touched the large golden mirror. The mirror reflective surface turned to a state that would look like golden water. He turned to his daughter and said.
"Maximum, do you remember the prophecy I made you memorize"
"Of course sir" She replied
"Restate it" he said
"A great wizard shall rise from the ashes; his power unmatched by all in his age. He shall be taught by the voice of the past. And with him the age of the hunters shall come to an end." She said
"Father I do not get it. How can a great wizard rise from the ashes when we are the last of our kind? How can he live when we shall die today?" she asked.
"It is true one of us are going to die today, but not both" he said
"Father, I do not understand" she said
"Maximum, you are the voice of the past. I saw in a vision that the wizard will be born years into the future. You shall wait for him, when he nears you will be awoken. As soon as the last hunter falls the spell will be undone and you shall have your eternal reward." He said
Outside of the house villagers gathered around the house. A young man stood in front of the crowd and called out.
"Today the last witch and wizard shall die; at last we will be safe from their spells, their tricks, and their evil souls!"
The crowd all yelled in agreement, they started banging on the doors and windows slowly breaking down the protective barrier. Back inside the house the two powerful beings could feel the barrier being weakened. The wizard looked at his beautiful witch daughter and placed his lips on her forehead.
"Be safe Maximum and know that I will always love you, see you soon" with that he pushed the young witch into the mirror. At the same time the villagers broke through the barrier and stormed the house.
The leader quickly made his way up the stairs and kicked open the wooden door leading into the attic. A bright light filled the room coming from the golden mirror. As the light started the die the young hunter tackled the older wizard and put a knife against his throat.
"Now where's that pretty little daughter you demon." He said in a low voice.
"Go to hell" the wizard spat
"No that's reserved for your kind, like your wife. How I enjoyed hearing her screams for mercy as I ripped her apart." The hunter spat back.
A villager entered the small room and said.
"Sir, we searched the entire house. The witch is not here."
The hunters face turned red as he flipped the caster over pinning him the floor.
"Where is your daughter you freak!" the hunter yelled.
The wizard looked him dead in the eye and said.
"You can look and look but you will never find her until the one comes. That is my promise to you"
Enraged by this the hunter drew his dagger away from the wizard's neck and raised it over his head. In a quick motion he brought the knife back down and stabbed him directly in the heart. The caster's eyes flew open, slowly the life began to leave them. In a few moments the wizard's body turned to stone, it cracked and crumbled and turned into a fine dust that steeled on the wooden floors.
"I want that witch found, and I don't care how long it takes!" the hunter hollered.
However he would not find the witch no one would. Until 321 years later when a group of teens entered the rotting cabin from the ledge. And for the first time in over 300 years the mirror started to glow.
And this is where our story begins.
Well I hope you guys liked it. Tell me in the reviews if I should keep this story going or if I should just stop. And for those of you who are bad at math like me 321 years later from 1692 is 2013. So I will see you hope fully again soon. Forever and always….
STAY HOT;)