A/N: This isn't a cheesy "hot kh boy x oc" story, I want this to focus on the plotline. Of course, there will be a few moments of fluffy stuff, but I want this to be about the adventure. If I go all non-adventure at any time, please tell me and I will fix it :) ENJOY!

Prologue

Thunder crashed and echoed, bouncing down the castle corridors like hundreds of loose marbles. His feet stormed heavy on the stone steps, his voice a low mutter as he spoke to an unseen ally, "I'll have them. They will do this for me and I will learn it and control it. They will teach me."

Somewhere ahead of him, a heavy wooden door slammed shut, the sound of a deadbolt humming into the socket. A terrified cry was muffled slightly by the thick grain, something stifling it quickly. His lips twitched with maddened smile, his eyes glowing with greed and the oncoming of tyranny, "Girls," he said loudly, his booming voice washing out the thunder, "Please open the door so daddy can come inside. Girls?" he waited a moment, the attic door now in view of his hastening footsteps. No reply. "I'm going to count to three."

Behind the door, two girls no older than nine huddled beside a full length mirror, swathed in a grayish cloth. The stared at each other, eyes red and brimming again with tears of terror, and squeezed one another tightly. They heard him begin to count, "One". Frantically, one of the girls pushed away from her sister, reaching up to grab the sheet between her fists.

The other reached for her elbow, "Aurore! We can't!

Aurore turned and glowered fiercely, her red eyes glowing with rage, "He'll kill us for something we didn't even want. Shut up and close your eyes."

"Two." His voice was louder, he must've been right outside the door.

The girl yanked, the sheet spilled down onto the floor in a billowing cloud of fabric and dust. She took her sister's hand and pressed her palm to the glass. Something clicked inside her mind, some deep seated magic so ancient it felt natural to her. The mirror's edges glimmered gold, the pane of glass blackened, and Aurore's hand slipped through the solid surface. She clung to her sister's hand, the two of them heard the bolt rip out from between the stones in the wall. The man shouted in defeat, his wide footsteps managed to buy him enough time to tear a piece of pajama from one of the girls' ankles. His clenched fist collided with glass, the mirror stood whole and silently again as though it has always been as such, surely this man had been dreaming.

He sat on his knees, face red with rage, releasing a howl into the night so wretched and horrible it shook the bats from their trees, the storm edged back from the castle, and the very walls of the building itself shifted. His eyes burned with hatred and fury, their deep blue irises boiling beneath the very aura of his horrible anger. His knuckles turned white as he glared down at the fragment of soft pink pajama, it turned to smoke in his fingers and drifted into the now very still air, "You can't hide behind your mirrors forever, little girls," he spoke only to himself this time, a harsh whisper in the tainted night, "not forever...".