In The Mirror

Note: I got the idea of this from the book " Into The Looking Glass" My story has different characters and such but the inspiration of the story came from that book. My story is nothing like the book though! I'm writing this because I love to travel to worlds beyond imagination in my stories so bare with me if it gets a little weird ^_^ Please leave comments and suggestions for the story. I need to improve!

Chapter One: Oooo, Big Mirror!

Her large golden-green eyes scanned the dark line of the woods. The trees were silent and unmoving as if someone commanded them to do so. The sun stayed low leaving the back yard in a gloomy blanket of shadows. Strangely, the scene hypnotized the teen, sending her mind into a blank fog.

"BANG!" Willow just about jumped out of her skin as the glass sliding doors slammed shut behind her; her dad chuckled. " You like the new house? I thought you would enjoy the backyard. It's my favorite part of this property." he pronounced with pride. Willow failed at the smile that was suppose to convince her dad she was happy about moving away from all she had known her whole life to a place where everything was foreign. His smile fell. " Secret Falls is the perfect place to settle and grow a family," he recited for the umpteenth time what he had read in the towns brochure. " Our family is already complete," she mumbled under her breath than exclaimed out loud that she was going to go pick a bedroom.

One of the good things to being an only child was that any room could belong to you. You could have three for all anybody cared, and since the house was two stories high that was possible. Willow traced her cream slender fingers along the hand-carved oak balustrade as she made her way up the marble steps. For an average sized house it was quit fancy. At the top of the stairs a green rug lead to a hallway on each side which both contained three doors with green translucent doorknobs. It was all so captivating, and this fact she wouldn't admit to her parents.

"Hmmm." Widow walked up to the first door on her right and peeked inside. The hinges creaked as they turned and dust flurries floated around making the room seem foggy. The area was clad with a large canopy bed in the center and an expensive night stand to the left of it; other than that the space was quite ordinary. She closed the door and crossed the hall to the first door on her left which was about the same. This was beginning to bore her. "Eeerck…" the last door on the right slowly creaked open on it's own. Widow stared at momentarily before taking a small step forward. Anything could have caused the door to open like a draft or a mouse or something, but inside Widow knew it was something more than that. The essence of something unknown was drawing her closer. A tug that no one could ever explain in words but was none the less true.

Widow answered the call and crept silently towards the door before glancing in. The room was brightly lit by one large window facing the door, and it was surprisingly clear of dust and cobwebs. Everything was sparkling white and empty like an asylum room except for one large golden mirror leaning up against the left wall. She entered to investigate further. The mirror reflected her image like any other looking glass. Her dark brown wavy hair lay against the back of her neck and elbows, her short stature had not change an inch, and the white skinnys and black and white striped boyfriend tee was her usual style. Nothing on her was out of place but something about the mirror was. It's fame was intricately woven with flowers, faeries, and leaves. The glass had a cool blue hue to it like ice. Widow reached out and touched the surface of it with the tip of her middle finger and gasped when she found it was immensely cool even though the room was warm. That was strange.

Did she dare touch it again? Yes. Again her outstretched hand connected with the glass but this time she spread her whole hand palm flat over the cold, and than the other hand. Her eyes grew wide as the blue began to glow bright and the room darkened. The pull she felt earlier was so strong she couldn't look away from the mystifying scene. It literaly began to pull her in. Her fingers slowly sank into the surface and Widow lost the power and will to stop it. Something was on the other side. Something warm brushed against her fingers after her hands were all the way in.

"Hey, Widow!" her dad called from the top of the stairs breaking the spell. She snapped back into herself, the glass threw her backwards onto the floor and the suns rays pierced the through the blue haze. " Widow, some neighbors are here to welcome us. Come on!" he father beckoned from the door with a bright look of excitement on his face. She looked up at him with a blank expression on her face. What the crap had just happened! Was she daydreaming? Impossible. "Cupcake?" "Oh, I'm coming." she answered, snapping out of her trance. He disappeared down the stairs as new voices floated up through the house. Widow stood and glanced at the peculiar mirror once more before following the trail her of her father.

*I really hoped you like the first chapter! Please review and pronounce your suggestions. Just for a heads up there will be romance for the girls and butt kicking battle scenes for the guys ^_^

*Lydia, you better comment *commanding glare*

*I will update as soon as possible on this story other tnan my other one. I'm actually enjoying this story! *tee-hee*