She lived in a world of mirrors but she saw not her own reflection on each surface. From every side and angle came possibilities. Things that could have been – that had been – and things that were happening now. Not here of course. But there. After all, she was a blind woman. How could she see her own world's reflection?
Beads clicked gently together as unseeing eyes observed the past of another. Or perhaps it was the future? Red lips pursed in thought even as the mirror's surface began shimmer and crack.
There was a young boy.
Young… Her brother was young once. A carefree individual that pretended to hunt hobbs all the while helping the younger children in the village. A lost toy had been found… and returned.
No.
That wasn't right.
He was holding the bear still – watching apathetically as tears began to build and pour. Barely visible was a glint of red in the eyes normally so blue.
CRACK.
The child was older now.
Had he really grown so fast?
Pocket money was being offered. A deal being made.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Cold blue eyes watched as each broken sparrow fell from their perch – lightning still dancing around their small frames.
The mirror's image twisted and cracked further as the boy smiled warmly to the kitchen servant – handing her the apples that he had managed to find – flushing a deep red as the woman smiled back at him.
A flash of light – the image changed.
Both boys stood together now. Or perhaps it was just one boy who stood so solemnly in Fate's chamber.
They stared at their masters with matching blue eyes – the applause of their generation deaf to their ears.
His masters stared back at the boy – neither seeing the one but only the other.
And the blind woman smiled as the mirror shattered, once again throwing her into darkness.