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Chapter 4: The Mirror
"Excellent, excellent." The first figure purred bending down and placing an arm around the child, pulling her close in a hugging motion, which would normally have made the child beam, inside the child could feel her weaker self fill with happiness.
"Yes, truly amazing." The other figure said coming over to ruffle her already wild hair.
"Yes all's well and good but I want more power." The child said her voice unnaturally mature.
"Ah but darling you already have immense, but if it is more power you seek then you we just need to teach you your own greatness." The first figure said. Looking up at the first figure the inner (innocent) child could almost picture red hair just curled at the shoulders, fiery eyes burning with pride and a smiling face. She quickly shook it off. 'She didn't need them now' she thought to herself before keeling over in pain.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH." She screamed in agony. "WHAT'S HAPPENING!" She cried as the wings slowly returned to sprouts before disappearing, her dress becoming tattered and pink and her eyes returning to fiery. "I THOUGHT THIS LASTED FOREVER!" She screeched at the figures.
"I did not say that child, it wares off after a while." The second figure said casually.
"I WANTED REAL POWER!" She screamed at the pair, tears trickling down her cheeks as she felt herself become vulnerable.
"And you shall have it young one." The first figure soothed placing an arm around the child once more.
"I WANT IT, I WANT IT." The girl screamed not to be consoled.
"You must wait young one." The second figure said as she was lead out of the room by the first figure and taken back to her room.
"You must wait here while we concoct another potion then you shall be able to play." The first figure said conjuring up some biscuits and milk before leaving. For a while the girl sat on the floor in front of the mirror tears streaming down her face making great pools of water on the stone floor. The tears rolled down her cheeks and for a moment she the tingled a bit as if some warmth had reached out to her.
Standing up and leaning over to the table the girl, her face tear stained took a bite out of one of the cookies before standing in front of the mirror staring at herself. Extending one arm out towards the mirror she began to move the smoke inside with her finger tips, left to right, up and down. This amused her for a while before she became bored, opening the palm of her extended hand she began to utter words.
"Show me my flesh, my blood, the family which I am know longer part of, my momma and daddy." She whispered and leapt back in surprise as the mirror did as she command.
couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
She stared eyes widened as the mirror revealed her mother, father (and sibling though she would not acknowledge it) standing in the middle of the flat. From what she could see and make out, her daddy and the other girl were leaving on what she could presume was a trip out from what her father was wearing. Saying the good byes, the mother was left on the mirror. The little girl watched as her momma stared out of the window thoughtfully. The little girl couldn't help wishing she knew what she was thinking, whether she was thinking of her, feeling guilty about what she'd done about how she had left her.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
The little girl spent most of the morning sitting in front of the mirror eating her way through the plate of biscuits (which seemed endless to the little girl) and drinking numerous glasses of milk. Every movement her mother made she would watch closely, examining her and taking in what she saw. Every now and again she would forget she was the one left behind and could almost feel being held in her mothers soft hands as she sang. But no-she thought-she must cast these thoughts aside, relinquish the anger the felt this morning and last night, draw and feed on the negative energy which surrounded her but still the girl found herself sitting in front of the mirror nibbling her biscuit.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It was about midday and still the girl had not moved from her spot in front of the mirror. After a while the girl decided to lean closer to the mirror, scowling as she saw her mother pick up a picture of the chosen girl, the one who was kept. She watched as her mother beamed proudly at the photo of the little girl grinning proudly holding a soccer ball which seemed half her size. Screwing her fists in to balls as her mother began to laugh in an almost tormenting purpose, the little girl edged closer to the mirror still, biting her lip to stop her crying. She began to squint as her eyes filled with tears as her mother kissed the picture lovingly before placing back onto the coffee table. Unable to control her anger any more the little girl pulled her fist back and took aim at the mirror in a sorrow filled punch.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
I's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
To her alarm the girl passed straight through the mirror into her momma and daddy's apartment, straightening up and brushing down her dress her eyes turned to saucers as she stared at the place she'd only dreamed about in the bliss in which sleep provided. She stared around the star patterned living room, looking over the cream sofa, arm chair and rug, looking at each individual photo on the shelf above the fire place, momentarily lingering on a photo of a baby with a tuff of brown hair before her eyes fell onto her mother who was standing looking out the window.
Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
"Momma?" She whispered as her mother turned around beaming broadly. Standing on her spot her arms out stretched, her heart missing a beat as her mother turned around beaming and walked straight towards her. The little girl closed her eyes ready to be taken into a comforting hug. She opened her eyes just enough to see her mother pass right through her and pick up her mobile which was on the shelf behind her.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs
"Oh Tai." She heard her mother soothe before pressing various buttons on the gadget. Turning around to face her mother she approached attempting to hug her before bursting into fresh tears as once again she passed through her mother as she crossed the room and returned to the window.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside
"Momma.....?" She sobbed wishing beyond control that she could be comforted. She watched as her tears ran down her cheek and onto the carpet but did not leave a mark. "Momma, I want a hug." She cried as her mother walked back over to the window. "Momma I want a hug." She cried harder as her mother continued to stare out of the window.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Running up to the window next to her mother she tried to tug at her T-shirt but sobbed even louder as her hands passed through and her mother didn't flinch.
Her feelings she hides.
"Momma." She sobbed continuously in frustration and despair.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
"MOMMA!" She sobbed running across the room trying to knock the photo's off the shelf in a bid to grab her mother's attention.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
"MOMMA!" She cried as the pictures did not fall but still her mother did not flinch.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah ,oh
"MOMMA!" She screamed desperately as the mirror on the back wall began to cloud over with the familiar smoke drawing her back into the mirror.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
"MOMMA! THE LULLABY!" She sobbed as each breath drew her closer to the mirror.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT WORDS I CAN SAY!" She half sung half sobbed as the mirror drew her closer as each word passed.
She's lost inside,
"THE WIND HAS A WAY TO TALK TO ME!" She sobbed as she tried to fight her legs already consumed and her upper body desperately trying to hold on.
lost inside... oh oh yeah
"FLOWERS SLEEP A SILENT LULLABY."She sung desperately trying to stay in the apartment.
She's lost inside,
"I PRAY FOR REPLY-" She sobbed before being sucked into the mirror her arm still extended in hope of a helping hand.
"I'm ready." The mother sung swivelling round to see who was behind pausing for a second, staring at the mirror in a mixture of hope and surprise before returning to the window.
Landing in a heap on the bedroom floor the little girl began to cry, her tears becoming long sobs, sobs at being left alone, sobs at being ignored and unnoticed.
"I just wanted a hug." She cried hitting the mirror with all her might in hope of passing through, but just howled in more pain as her knuckles became red and the mirror remained unmarked.
"Child, she could not hear you yet did not wish to." A voice said from the shadows in the corner revealing the first figure.
"I just wanted to go home." The girl cried in frustration her sense of vulnerability returning.
"I know but you must make this your home, besides I have a surprise for you." The second figure said also appearing from the shadows holding a vile.
"Will it last.... Forever?" The girl asked cautiously opening the vile and placing it to her lips.
"No but this one shall last a good deal longer than before." The second figure replied as the girl drank from the vile.
At once her sense of vulnerability faded and she keeled over in pain as she felt as if her skin was burning off and her body burning. She felt her soul split and her eyes glow a blood red. Her tattered old dress had become black and straight (you know like a T-shirt, not puffy). Falling to the floor in agony she screamed as to sprouts appeared on her back growing an inch every second but causing the girl agony, in minutes they had become spiky gothic wings she stood up dripping with sweat and looked at the figures at once feeling powerful.
"Can I go now." The girl said casually.
"Yes you shall be visiting a certain nest, in the east." The first figure said.
"Ah wait, I have an improvement to your attire." The second figure said handing her a long staff just a bit taller than herself, the staff itself was black with what seemed like thorns climbing up it, at the top the staff produced for clasps which held a crimson orb which began to glow different colours.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" She snapped peering into the orb at the top of the staff, inside it she could make out the necklace she had held onto so long (a crest she had heard some call it) spinning inside it.
"It will boost you power, your image of authority and best of all with in the orb you can see all of whom you control whenever you wish." It replied watching as the girl eagerly flew out of the hole she created the knight before. "And now we wait." The figure whispered smirking.
For what seemed hours the girl flew towards where the sun had rose, she flew past mountains, rivers, lands of ice and snow until she reached a lonely island. Swooping down she became enclosed in a forest in which were many birds, she flew on inches above the tree's, soon she reached the edge of the forest and came to a desert crossing it too she reached a village in which the inhabitants were sleeping. Examining the land she came to a nest on the outskirts alone in a bent tree which had managed to survive the hot desert days. Flying silently she peered into the nest and at once memories came flooding back bits of conversation which she had long forgotten...................
"Don't worry little egg we'll be at the nest soon." A high pitched voice whispered lovingly.
"Shush don't worry I'll warm you up." The same voice squeaked.
"Nothing will harm you I'm here." The voice exclaimed once again.
"You know what? When you hatch I bet you won't be orange and scaly like Agumon said." The voice trilled.
And then
"I'll be back soon!"
The last words echoed through her mind.
"But you didn't come back!" She breathed furiously kicking the nest so it fell to the ground leaving the sleeping pink bird startled, quickly the bird recovered flying up to meet eyes with the girl.
"Hey that wasn't polite!" She chirped in a high voice, like Agumon she was met by an energy bolt as a reply. "Hey that's mean, don't do that!"
"I can and I will!" The girl cried sending energy bolts at the bird and the village behind.
"My friends!" She cried flying over to the scared Yokomon who were fleeing there huts, rushing over to the nearest hut she gave them instructions to head for the caves in the volcano.
"HEY!" The girl screamed hitting the bird on the wing with an energy bolt causing her to fall.
"Ouch! Hey that's not very nice." The pink bird cried rubbing her wing. Watching in horror as the girl flew to were to Yokomon were fleeing and covering them in purple smoke. Almost immediately the pink of the Yokomon turned to a pale grey and the blue flower turned black. With a swish of her staff the Yokomon digivolved into what seemed a monstrous bird. It looked like a black Garudramon except that its wings instead of soft and feathery were black and spiky and a skull like armour covered their head and chest.
"WHO DO YOU SERVE!" The child screamed from high in the air.
"The digimon princess!" The replied in mono tone before flying off into the distance.
"NO I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!" Garudramon (originally Biyomon) screamed grabbing the child between her hands (you know what I mean).
"Let me GO!" The child cried creating an energy surge which rippled through the air sending Garudramon to the ground. "NOW FACE MY FURY!" She shrieked pointing her staff at the Garudramon, at what seemed silvery liquid dripped soon forming a large bubble at once latching itself onto the Garudramon, before her eyes the child watched as the Garudramon de-digivolved to Birdramon, then Biyomon, Yokomon and finally Nyokimon. The black plant like digimon lay motionless on the ground the green sprout on the top of its head drooping slightly.
"GET UP!" The child screamed at the digimon. "GET UP!" She repeated furiously as the digimon didn't move. "Get up." She whispered tearfully as the digimon didn't move, flying down to its side and picking it up in her arms. She didn't want Digimon to get hurt, just........ She didn't know what she wanted. "To be a princess." She whispered in reply to her doubts before regaining her normal attitude. Still carrying the digimon in her arms she flew off back to the castle.
To Be Continued
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