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The Phantom in the Mirror

"We were under the impression you were recovering from being hit in the head," said Mistress Schwartzekatze, making Daniel inwardly flinch. It did look suspicious that he had been out in the woods, by where he'd rescued Sam, when he was supposed to be resting. Luckily, he already had his excuse as to why he wasn't in the hut recovering from his injury.

"I couldn't do that with a phantom in the hut, could I?" he asked. "I'm absolutely certain there's a phantom here this time. See, it overturned the furniture, and just look at what it did to your normally precisely organized potion ingredients!"

Mistress Schwartzekatze frowned. "This phantom, did you happen to see it?"

"Oh yes. He had white hair, and the most mischievous green eyes!" Danny lied. He thought he'd have to remember that, so he tried to picture a face like he'd just described in his mind. He used his face as a model and created a believable phantom's face. He wouldn't make a bad-looking phantom if he really was a phantom with white hair and green eyes.

Mistress Schwartzekatze's frown deepened. "We'll have to put Blood Blossoms out first thing tomorrow morning then, won't we? But now, we must all get some rest."

When Daniel heard Mistress Schwartzekatze's shriek as she entered her room and discovered the snake skin, he secretly grinned to himself. He then played his role as a phantom for the night by taking a couple vials of potion ingredients and dumping them out on the floor. He took Mistress Schwartzekatze's black cauldron, rolled it out the door. This phantom thing was so much fun!

Daniel went to his room, where he had piece of metal enchanted to act like a mirror hanging on one wall, to go to bed. That night, he happened to catch a glimpse of his reflection and what he saw gave him a scare.

He knew his hair was black and his eyes were blue. They'd always been that way. But just looking at his reflection then, his eyes were an intense green, with a mischievous glint in them. His hair was white, and had a sharp contrast with his still-black eyebrows. It was exactly how he'd created the face of the phantom he'd described to Mistress Schwartzekatze! What had happened to his real face?

Daniel, having been taught about what phantoms did, but not much else about them, panicked. He could not see that on the outside he still had black hair and blue eyes. He could only see what he saw reflected back at him. He stifled a scream, knowing that a scream would attract attention and get him discovered much faster.

In a stupor from shock, Daniel's legs carried him to his bed, where he quickly collapsed into sleep.

Daniel pulled the blankets over his head and groaned in response to someone's gentle prodding. "Go away! I'm trying to sleep." he said.

"Daniel, you'd better get up, or Mistress Schwartzekatze will be furious. We've got our big test on forest life identification, and its uses in potion making today, remember?" Jasmine responded.

"'Kay, I'll get up, just give me some privacy."

"Daniel, if I leave you alone, you'll just go back to sleep," said Jasmine. "Get up before I have to pull off the blankets and pull you out of bed!"

Even with Daniel's groggy mind, he still remembered what he'd seen in the mirror the night before. Well okay, actually, his reflection had haunted his dreams all night. He couldn't let Jasmine see him with him looking like the phantom he'd described.

"You really have to get up, Daniel!" said Jasmine. "We don't have much time for the test today as we were going to because we've got to collect Blood Blossoms to ward off that phantom!"

Daniel felt sick to his stomach knowing he was the phantom they wanted to ward off. Would the flowers work on him? They'd never had any affect on him before, but his reflection had never shown him as a phantom before either. Daniel knew his mistress and his sister weren't intentionally trying to hurt him, yet, but he was pretty sure that at least his mistress would try to kill him if she knew he was the one who had done the work of a phantom.

Jasmine pulled the blankets off from over Daniel's head, and he momentarily panicked. He froze where he was, heart racing and muscles tensing. "I – I . . ." he stuttered. He wondered what he could possibly tell his sister about the sudden change upon him that had NOT turned him into a phantom the night before. But how could he possibly fool her? He wasn't a good enough liar to lie his way out of this.

Unexpectedly, Jasmine didn't act like she noticed anything unusual about her brother's appearance. "Get up, get ready, and for your own sake, Daniel, HURRY!"

"Jasmine?" Daniel asked. "Don't I look different to you?"

"You look the same as always, just get up!"

Puzzled, Daniel got out of his bed to look at his reflection. Had he really seen himself as a phantom, or was that all just a scare he'd received from being so tired the night before? A look in the enchanted metal showed him the same thing he'd seen the night before. He had white hair and green eyes, but why didn't Jasmine see it?

Jasmine joined him in looking at the reflection. "What are you looking for?" she asked. When he didn't respond, she said, "If this is about puberty, it'll come, just be patient."

After Jasmine walked out of the room to let him get dressed, something really strange happened to Daniel. It was weird enough that his reflection would show up as a phantom, but it was even weirder when his body started acting like a phantom. His body displayed powers like that only a phantom would have.

He was reaching for his robe to put it on, but his hand went right through it! He'd really been scared when his sister had removed the blankets from over his head, but he'd calmed down when she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Now he was scared again. Intangibility was a phantom's power!

He felt faint when he realized that he couldn't deny what he'd become to himself anymore. "I really am a phantom," he whispered. He hated to admit it, but he had, somehow, become a phantom.