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A/N: I had nothing to do for a few hours and the voices in my head demanded that I write. Revised.
~ Prologue ~
Many stories have been told of evil mirrors. And while if a mirror is supernatural it normally is also an evil or angry entity. However, a very select few are truly good and can help people . . . if they are not depended on.
Sasori stared at the sand colored walls of his room with a thoughtful expression. He wondered why his parents never wrote to him. He wondered why they had been given so many missions
consecutively. Most of all he wondered where they were. His grandmother kept giving him vague descriptions and elusive answers. Even a small child like himself could tell something was wrong. He just didn't know what. Not all of his thoughts were so depressing though. He often spent hour working on puppets with his beloved grandmother.
"Sasori," his grandmother called from downstairs.
He then rolled out of his bed and walked down the stairs to find Chiyo sitting next to an ornate antique mirror. It was beautiful with swirls of gold trim framing glass that was free of any scratches.
"What's this from?" Sasori asked her.
"The people I work with had a distant relative pass on so the family needed to get rid of some of that relative's belongings," Chiyo answered.
Sasori looked up at his grandmother with delighted eyes and questioned, "They just let us have it?"
Chiyo nodded in confirmation and they talked about where the new mirror would go. Little did either of them know that a chain of events had just started to unfold and what started as a generous gift would decide the fate of the small boy.