Chapter 3 – The prince and his second spell
One awfully happy and sunny day, an unexpected guest arrived. It was the same mysterious man he had met just a year ago. In his hand was a small hand mirror, which Len thought he had lost, and on his face, he wore the same black mask covered in intricate designs and markings.
"I know the reason for your fortune."
The prince looked up to see the black cloaked man with the mysterious smile. The man simply placed the mirror in the prince's hand and once again whispered into his ear.
"It is her; on the other side of this mirror is the Reverse World. What you get, she loses."
What was reflected in the mirror was not a young girl's smiling face, but a young girl's blank face which seemed to say she lost everything. It was an expression the young prince had not seen for a long time.
"Who are you?" the uncertain prince asked.
The mysterious man smiled and said, "I am but a traveller who has gone far beyond you can ever dream of."
Len once again looked at the mirror and felt his heart drown in guilt. He had stolen this girl's happiness away and had tipped the balance of fate all for his greed. As the prince thought long and hard, the mysterious man once again faded away from his sight.
What could he do the help her? What could he do to save her? The young prince remembered the spell from a year ago. The spell he cast to reverse fate.
"Drango minhto pollifur hait
Turn and twist all my fate
Lioer hetyed gurtod destur
Give them love and give me… give me…"
He couldn't say it. This almighty spell could only be cast once and only once. For days the prince searched, yet again through the old dusty spell books. His people grew worried and the sky seemed to become darker until at last he found it; a spell which allowed him to communicate with the Reverse World.