Break time at Midway Elementary School. Time had certainly passed since Miss Keane had worked at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. Another chapter come and gone in her life. Miss Keane delighted in observing the precious children at break, walking through the halls and keeping a watch out.

"Ah, ah! Princess, share with your classmates... Good!"

She was never intrusive. She swept by when in need of advice and appeared just in the nick of time when sour moods were thought to dampen the atmosphere. If anything got out of hand, thankfully, the girls would be there to help, although she tried not to have too high expectations on the girls, as she was fully aware how unprofessional it would be to apparently depend on them, especially when they had big problems going on in Townsville to deal with.

A cool breeze rushed by and the teacher took a grip on her cardigan, shivering some at that unexpected gust on such a clear and warm day. She listened out, hearing a draw of breath, from the playground, beyond the fence that contained the students. In the darkness of the woods, sitting outside the educational perimeter, Blossom was constructing her own mirror with her ice breath, leaning against a tree.

She called over to the youngster, bending her knees some "Blossom? Is that you over there? Why are you outside the school bounds?"

"You've survived like this for so long? It's unbelievable" Blossom said, flabbergasted. She knelt on the floor, still a fair distance from the mirror. Her doppelganger copied her physical actions.

"No kidding, egghead. I was gonna die of boredom here" her double snapped.

The mirror had begun to project a curious wavering glow, like that from a television screen, giving a dim aura in the room that appeared to engulf both of the girls in their dark rooms. Berserk was as close to the mirror as she could physically get, unlike Blossom who was still keeping an understandably wary distance. Shifting her legs so as to hug her knees, which Berserk copied, although she didn't have to, Blossom chewed her lip, still trying to make heads of the situation.

"So... what now?" she pondered quietly.

"Huh?"

"This situation. You can't stay like this forever"

"You mean YOU can't" the counterpart verbally stabbed, taking the hero aback. "Yeah, forget about the compassionate route of 'oh, we have to think of other people'. Nuh-uh. All this shit is about YOU"

"What? How can you say that?" Blossom exclaimed, scowling at the use of profanity.

"I'm your shadow"

A pause: some buffering in the brain. Aaand... continue.

"Shad- wait, what?! That doesn't make any sense"

"C'mon, Blossom. We're talking about Carl Jung here. Individuation process. The self, ego and soul... help me out here!"

The nerd's jaw dropped. The fact she was hearing about her enemy try to talk to her about psychology like this was mind boggling, not that she hadn't heard of Jung.

"Yeah, nice try. A shadow... that's the best you can do?"

Berserk was losing her patience "I ain't messing you with you, ya damn dork! I'm your shadow! You can't tell me that none of this makes sense to you"

"This was a mistake" Blossom sighed, grabbing the cloth and floating over to the mirror in attempts to cover it back up.

"Fine! Stay in the dark. It's no wonder you're so miserable. You think so much about everybody and everything else, but you never stop to think of yourself. 'Cus what do YOU matter, right?"

The baby pink eyed gal stopped instantly upon hearing that. The seizing of her movements made the raging double proceed.

"And sometimes you wished you mattered. That people would see you beyond your ego, what people WANT to see everyday from you: the hero. Heck, maybe you feel you're justified to be an asshole at times. You know what? It's okay! Be an asshole. Everybody else is in someway. Why not leave peoples concerns at bay for a single day and do something you wanna do regardless of what people think! Stop giving so much of a damn of being Miss Perfect and maybe you might start feeling happy!"

Now it was Berserk's turn to do some panting. The nemesis had been pent up for so long in this now almost pointless existence, caught between two gateways to dimensions, and she just wanted to be in one of them. In some reality, rather than looking out of the mirror, like through a window all the time. Her hands trembled and she clenched them, pounding her fist down into the floor.

Blossom squeaked at the rupture of floor tiles in the room and flew back, dropping the cloth. She held her hands to her mouth in shock and Berserk looked up, puzzled. Pressing her hands against the mirror, she looked over into Blossom's side and saw that a spot, like where she had been positioned on her side, had shards of tile remaining from a firm puncture.

"Did... Did I do that?" Berserk mused, smiling.

"O-okay! Okay, I'll listen" Blossom assured, floating back over, closer to the mirror again. She wasn't sure what had happened, but from what Berserk did, she sure as heck didn't want for it to happen again.

Blossom turned her attention to the sound source and sighed.

"Welp, that's my calling card"

"The hell are you talking about? Right now?" Berserk scowled, the mirror half done, showing a chunk of her head missing, like a bite from an apple. "You're giving in so easily. What about what we talked about last night? Have you learned nothing?"

The hero blinked and looked back over shoulder, to the school fencing. Her instincts were calling her to go back, to explain to Miss Keane for her momentary absence, to say why she was breaking the rules and going out of bounds. However, today that obedience had been mentally thrown away and Blossom picked up the mirror, carrying it further away into the isolating reaches of the forest.

END OF PART TWO