Chapter One: Inside I'm Fuming
A young, red-haired woman, in a pure white wedding gown, stood in front of a mirror.
The mirror didn't look too special. It was made of dark oak and was scratched, with quite a few lumps missing that had been lost over the years. Around the edges were words that were written in a strange, guttural language.
The words were:
Emni H Tiws Po Tse Mit.
Not many people knew of the significance of these words, but the young woman did. She knew that the words stood for:
Time Stops Within Me.
She knew that those words were very significant to the mirror and its job.
The name of the mirror was The Mirror of Emit.
Although the woman looked very calm, collected and composed on the outside, inside she was fuming angrily.
She had just had a long, angry, bitter fight with her sister. She could still hear the echoing words being yelled as she ran up the stairs, tears blurring her vision.
"You can't marry him! You don't love him!"
The fight had been over her own upcoming wedding. Her sister had thought that she was only marrying her fiancé because their parents didn't approve of her dating him. The woman knew that although that was the reason she had started to date her fiancé, then boyfriend, she had learnt that under the ' I'm too good for everyone' attitude was a heart of gold.
Even after the shock that he was not as bad as he had seemed, she had slowly fallen in love with him.
And that was the reason she was marrying him.
The woman sighed, pushed a lock of her red hair away from her face and muttered under her breath, "Sisters!"
She needed to get away from the entire hassle and worry she had. Unfortunately, wherever she went, she wouldn't be able to stay long, as her wedding was due to start in ten minutes!
Unless… It was risky but it was the only way to get away…
She knew of a place where she could stay for days, weeks, even years! And no one would be any the wiser that she had left.
The woman shook her red hair out of her startling green eyes and cautiously looked around her.
There was no one but her in the room.
She glanced at her clock (11.50) then proceeded to look deep into the Mirror and said the words etched around the sides: "Emni H Twis Po Tse Mit."
The Mirror turned grey and cloudy, the woman breathed a sigh of relief – the words had worked.
Once again she felt the strange sensation of her heart, her body, her soul and her mind being torn apart, then flung back together, then torn away once again.
To her it seemed like she was flying through the air, the atmosphere, through time and space.
The woman didn't know if this was taking seconds or hours or if it was ever going to end!
She opened her eyes then shut them swiftly, because it seemed like thousands of kaleidoscopes were being thrust in front of her eyes, forcing her to see twisting shapes, patterns and colours.
Eventually, she felt her feet thump to the ground and she became whole again.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a birthday cake with eleven candles on it, flickering and dancing happily.
She smiled for she was revisiting her eleventh birthday again – it was her cake.
The lettering on the cake was: 'Happy 11th Birthday, Lily Evans!'
