Winter was excited. After not knowing what she looked like her whole life, she would finally be able to look at herself. She wouldn't have to rely on opinions, whether spoken or shown in stolen glances. She would finally be free from her stepmother's hold, except the scars...
"Princess?" She cut a glare at Jacin. He knew better than to call her that name. It, too, was left over from Levanas reign. Jacin grinned, an expression rarely seen. Her heart melted. "Winter, don't get to overwhelmed. I know you're eager, but don't freak out, okay?" he still smiled, but there was a touch of sadness behind his eyes. She wondered what that meant. Oh well, she'd have to ask him later. She walked in front of the mirror- and screamed.
A hallucination. It had to be. But no, she had had the surgery a week ago. This was real. No no no no no no no no no… it couldn't be. Because that girl in front of her was a brown- skinned, messy haired, caramel eyed, scarred Levana. No no no no no no no no no no no no no….
"Winter? Winter!" Arms circled around her, Jacin, always protecting her, keeping her safe. "Winter, please. Calm down. Please!" Images of the revolution flooded her mind, the bodies, the blood, Amirey. No no no no no no no no n- "Winter!" He was there, holding her, comforting her, but he couldn't change how she looked. She jumped up, and his hand encircled her wrist, trying to hold her. "Don't touch me!" Not turning to see his hurt face, she grabbed the first thing she could pick up- a blue plastic hairbrush- and hurled it at the mirror, where it truck her eye, forming hairline cracks. Then she grabbed a lamp, and pulling the plug, threw it as hard as she could. More cracks, but she could see a hundred little Levanas. She rushed towards it, intent on destroying her reflection. Winter tipped the mirror over so the glass lay on the floor, kicking the sides, stomping on the back. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no…
Suddenly she felt weightless, pressed against something solid and warm. A chest. Arms were under her knees and supporting her head. She flailed, trying to get him to set her down so she could ruin the glass. Break it into pieces so small, they would look like glitter dust. Because she looked like her. Because she looked hideous. No no no no no no no no no not her not her not her anyone but her no no no no no no…
All those people who told her that she was lovely, amazing, beautiful. All those people… but then again, hadn't she also seen the queen as the epitome of perfection? Before the servant died, hadn't she glamored herself to look like her? Before she knew that she did look like her? Of course. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no…
So. Did you like it? I reread Fairest recently, and I remembered that Levana glamored herself to look like Solstice. And how, as Winter got older, she looked more like her mother. So ta-da! Mirrors was born. And for those PJO fans out there, did you see what I did with the hairbrush? Haha. But anyways, did you like it? R&R!