The Third Morgenstern

By: Kristin Teran

Preface

I walked into the Hall of the Accords, carrying my flute. The big concert was tonight and I was extremely excited. Not only because I had a solo in the hardest song, or because I was getting to conduct the song that I wrote, but because father was going to see it all happen. I took my seat in the first chair and searched the audience for my father. My heart sank when I didn't see him. I told my self to remain optimistic. I told myself that he might come later. But even at what was to be the epitome of the night, he was nowhere in sight.

At the end of the night, I decided to rebel a little. I rode my Kawasaki motorcycle back the manor. I walked into the dining room, finding no trace of father anywhere. It was then that I found a note from him on top of the original copy of Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass with my name on it. It read:

Daphne,

I won't be around for a while.

I'm working on taking down the Clave but I found certain factors can help me in my quest.

The only thing is that they lie outside Idris.

I hope you understand.

Your Father,

Valentine

I couldn't believe it. Dad was gone. Again. And this time, he wasn't easily found. Then I realized what my book under the note meant. Through the Looking Glass was the book he had read this book to me when I was a child to make me go to sleep.

I rushed upstairs into my bedroom and looked into the body-length mirror next to my bureau. I didn't reflect my image back to me. Instead it showed a sunrise on a river. With the book still in my hand, I realized what my mirror really was.

It wasn't the harmless mirror I had thought it was my entire life.

It was a portal.

And Dad was somewhere on the other side.