* Soooo sorry I haven't updated in so long, school has been hectic! I am sick at home today so now I get to update. Sorry again and please review even though I've neglected you ._.

Ch. 2: Away to the Mirror

Trying to hide the annoyance building up inside her, Widow pasted her prize-winning plastic smile on as the Warners talked. " Come on over anytime you like. Oh! And your pretty little darlin' too!" Widow looked up at the elderly woman and nodded silently like a good little young lady. " This is my son, Wilberd. He's won three years in a row at the annual cow widdlin contest that's held up at the school." Beaming proudly she presented Wilberd. His face slapped the smile off her own.

The guy was hideously disturbing. His large colorless fishbowl eyes seemed to bulge out of his peanut shaped, acne infected head. His straggly blonde hair stuck limply to his pink skin because he hadn't washed it in forever. Looking like death itself, Wilberd's skin clung to his bones and widow swore she could see the outline of his organs. Eeeew.

" Uuuh… I gotta pee." Her words came out in a squeak but she didn't care what these people thought of her. Heck, she didn't want them thinking about her at all. The feet she trusted lead her back up the stairs and into the safe heaven of the pure white room. Dropping to her knees, she scurried over to the face of the mirror, looking for some kind of comfort. Yes, she is weird. Slowly, Widow brought her up to rest upon the smooth surface of the mirror expecting it to take her to the home she knew best or to a magical land far better than this place. Despondently nothing happened. A twisted know formed in the pit of her stomach. Would she ever be able to peer beyond the glass? " Are you okay, pumpkin?," Mrs. Ritz, her mother, asked poking her head in through the door and shattering Widow's trance. " This is my room.," Widow stated without a second of hesitation than returned her attention back to the mirror

* extension since I haven't updated. Just for you guys 3

The warm blankets and pillows created a worm thicket of impenetrable warmth around Widow. The sun was just peeking over the horizon of the window when its rays hit and reflected off the mirror that was now hung on the left wall right in front of her bed. Two days had passed, and each one deepened the hole in her heart which was the mystery of the mirror. Maybe she should try again like she did every morning.

Untangling herself from the complex structure of four blankets and ten pillows, she crawled out of bed. A chill tingled from her toes to her teeth when her feet hit the cold wooden floor. " Dumb mirror.," she mumbled before harshly slapping her palms onto the icy surface of the mirror. Time stopped as she awaited the reaction. The only thing that could be heard was the shallow quick ," shu," of her breath. " Oh please!," she wined to he reflection.

" Sure, com in.' her image responded and smiled even though she did no such action. Things began to happen so quickly Widow didn't have time to react to the reflection. The glass grew so cold that it burned the palms of her hands, but she didn't posses the ability to move. The room glowed with the bright blue light from the time before and a sudden sucking force drew her into the bowels of the glass. Void darkness surrounded her. Fear crept up to Widow's soul as she tried to move and breath but found she couldn't.

" Finally!," a deep voice said as something took hold of her wrist and saved her from the black. What she beheld was the site of life and light surrounding her once again. At first glance the place didn't appear any different from the woods of her back yard so she thought it so. Large pines and oaks stood and shielded the warm grass blades from the full intensity of the sun. Small unfamiliar insects fluttered and hopped here and there. " What took you so long?," the voice beside her asked, bringing her attention back to the situation at hand. Widow turned to acknowledge her savior then paused. A boys intense pure black eyes stared back at her, serving as the mood ring for his face, which at the moment was agitated. His jet black straight hair traveled a little ways down his neck. His body looked like the masterpiece of a high esteemed craftsman as each dip and curve of his muscular body screamed perfection. A total dream if not a bit freaky.

" Come on warrior, we have much to discuss." he had never released her wrist , and so with his grip began to drag her along down a windy dirt path. Widow pulled away instinctively and snatched her arm free. " Who the hell are you?," Widow questioned, cautiously taking a small step backwards. The Boy rolled his eyes. " I'm Ashlie, your guardian. Now hurry; there isn't much time."

Turing on his heels, Ashlie resumed his current state of speed walking; a long tail, the color of his creamy porcelain skin, slowly swaying to and fro behind him. Widow hadn't noticed this before and froze in place at the new known fact. What the hack was this place? " What the heck are you?," she yelled after him. Ashlie turned to her, followed her gaze to his tail, than smiled. He had forgotten humans didn't have knowledge of such simple things as this. " I'm a Tarves (Tar - ves). What you humans would call a dragon-human mix." Staring at him wide-eyed, Widow took a few more steps backwards. Ashlie let out a deep breath of frustration before patiently walking back and taking a hold of her arm; she was caught in a vice grip. " We don't have time for this," he growled, then pulled her along.

There was no use in fighting and this so-called "guardian" could take her home. Widow obediently walked along, observing all the new things of this place, then, after getting bored, returned her attention back to Ashlie. He really was quite beautiful after you got over the tail and eyes. The way he walked was that of a man with unspeakable power, his voice was deep and commanding, and the essence of him captivating.

But where was he taking her?

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