Hilda always was a peaceful girl, she have a lot of friends, adventures, and of course magic. But her past still a big mystery, not even the girl itself know all the story.
Hilda was sleeping on her bed, when she has a dream, there she was, in her old house, alone.
"Hello? Somebody is here?"
No response at the first moment, but the she see a strange shadow on the snow. The shadow just answered:
"So here is my copy... a weak girl..."
"Who are you? And what you mean with 'copy'?"
The sadow finaly was visible, and is a scary thing. A version of Hilda, wearing black and with a weak purple glow on the eyes, the hair still a kind of blue, with purple strands.
"I am Hilda, the REAL Hilda."
"But, how can be two of me?"
"Your mother never tell you the true? That explain a lot of things..."
"The true? You are crazy?"
"No, I will just take back what is mine, your mom and that stupid librarian though that spell will handle my power? Not forever! In this week, I will take my revenge!"
Hilda wake up so fast that Alfur was scared:
"Hilda, are you okay? You start screaming with yourself!"
"Just a nightmare..."
"No it wasn't..."
The girl looked at the mirror, and the reflection was doing totally different things, like another person.
Johanna opened the door and the "Other Hilda" disappeared from the mirror, she asked for Hilda:
"She is gone?"
"I think yes... who is she?"
"Not again, that little demon come back after all these years?"
"Mom, what is all this? She told me..."
"DON'T BELIEVE IN NOTHING SHE TOLD YOU! If you will know something, I will tell the history, not that cursed little witch!"
[moments later]
Hilda was in the kitchen wating for her mom. Her head was spinning around, somehow she was not "Hilda", just a copy, she doesn't understand this parte very well.
Johanna opened the door, together with the libraria.