A/N: new soulmate AU that I started uploading to my Tumblr. Please like and comment, i love your feedback.
Soulmates existed. People knew that much, through stories and folk law. Young maidens running down to the river hoping to catch a glimpse of their true loves in its' sparking reflection. Soulmates were rare, a handful in each generation, an unexplainable phenomenon that formed a bond closer than blood and more sacred than marriage.
A link is found between two souls, when they both gaze at their reflection at the same time they will instead see their other half. Nancy never expected to have a soulmate, as a young girl she'd fawned over the fairy tales of princesses finding their prince when looking down a wishing well or the knight who travelled with a mirror so he would never be parted from his true love even when locked in a tower. She laughed at the romantic comedies as the leads kept missing the others faces in the windows they passed. But it wasn't to be for her, she had accepted hers was to be a semi normal life. She remembers it changing though.
The first time she saw him, not that she knew then what it meant or what was happening, nor would she dare say anything, people would think her crazy or an attention seeking child. She was 10, alone in her ballet studio, her tutor having not arrived yet. It was the week before Nancy would return to boarding school and her mother insisted she required as much tuition in the meantime. She spun around the room wistfully, sunlight streamed through the windows and danced off the mirrors, rainbows jumped off the chandelier and scattered around her feet as she sprung from foot-to-foot landing on each one. She laughed to herself, spinning faster making herself dizzy. Then she something caught her eye and simultaneously a deafening crash surrounded her. She saw him, only for a moment, the masked man in black with a shining sliver arm. His eyes piercing into hers, but only for a moment, he raised his gun, and she screamed, the gun sounded and then he was gone. She fled the room at top speed ballet slippers sliding on the polished floor. What she could get out in words to her mother was dismissed, an excuse not to attend the ballet class. She never brought it up again.
The years passed and so did the memory, so much so she thought perhaps it was only a dream, a trick of the light. She had a privileged upbringing, the daughter of a diplomat, she saw the world, attended balls and ceremonies, and endured the finest education. There wasn't time to ponder the man from the mirror, and so she forgot.