Ch3

Serena sat in front of her mirror, her hand pressed against the glass. She sat there looking into the mirror with a blank expression on her face, nothing moved except for a slight tremble in her lip. She was pressing hard against the mirror, as if she could push through it's cold surface and allow her to have contact with the other side. This continued for an hour until she could not force herself any farther, then her hand dropped into her lap and her head slumped into the padded headrest of her chair. {I admire your efforts, but you are trying too hard!} "Easy for you to say, all you do is sit there and watch me kill myself doing this!" {All the same, princess, you are still trying to force your way through. You must submit to the physical existence of the mirror, then you must become one with the glass.} "Fine, so how do I pull that trick off?" {You must submit to the will of the mirror, only then can you pass through and join us on the other side.} "Great, all I have to do is become like the glass and I can escape from this blasted prison of mine, thanks for setting me straight!" {You have done extremely well princess, it's only a matter of time now, and time is all you have.} And this is how the Queens life continued for years; Serena had dedicated herself to crossing over and finally being free once again. To this end everyday of her life was spent in the pursuit of passing through the silver barrier to freedom.

The years had continued to roll past, and Serena had continued to bond with her mirror, hoping to break free of her eternal isolation. Then it happened, one evening while gazing into the mirror, her mind wandered to other thoughts while she touched the mirrors cold surface, without even a moment's hesitation, her hand passed through the glass to touch the flesh and blood hand of her reflection. Serena's eye's opened wide in surprise and happiness, after all these centuries, she finally connected with another living being, now all her hopes would be fulfilled! Her hand was now clasping the warm flesh of another person; the sensation of this minor stimulation gave her more pleasure than she could ever remember. As she held the hand of her reflection and gazed longingly into the mirror, the eyes of her reflection began to glow and before she could react, she was locked into their timeless depths.

As she starred into the mirror, thoughts and images began to flood her mind, the faces of those who had abandoned her along with the faces of the dead, filled her head. Now Serena was totally entranced by the mirror but she could not see the real image in the mirror, it was not a reflection of herself, but of a beautiful woman with flowing black hair and a gold crown on her forehead. Serena had been captured by the evil Queen Nehelenia, who so hated everyone connected with the silver Millennium that she had attacked the Moon Princess where she was most vulnerable, in her dreams. As she sat before the mirror, trapped by Queen Nehelenia, the golden crescent on her forehead turned to black, as she fell under Nehelenia's evil power. ~*~