She shuffled over to the mirror, even though it had only been a minute or two since she'd left it. Her right leg dragged a bit as she walked. She clenched her hands into fists, but her left one trembled and unclenched after only a moment or two.
The face in the mirror was once beautiful, but now it drooped slightly on the left side. She tried to smile, but the left side of her mouth barely twitched. Her left eye started to look off to the side, and she was unable to bear it any longer. She turned sharply away from the mirror, but her right leg buckled under her and she fell, her head barely missing the mirror. She pounded the floor with her good fist - once, twice, three times. Then slowly, with excruciating effort, she lifted herself up and scrabbled and clawed her way back to her feet. Her frustrated sigh blew her disheveled blond hair out from her face.
"Great," she slurred, eyeing a tear in her sleeve. "Now I shall have to change."
Serithea wanted to look her best when she presented herself to the Warlock trainers on Murder Row.
The End
