"You've chosen wrong, foolish princess." The voice was sinister, try as he might, she couldn't see anything. Just the high pitched voice resonating in her ears, mocking her every move.
"No, he is the one. I know it." She answered. "He just needs to believe."
"A mere mortal," the voice scoffed. "That world doesn't believe anymore, it's why I am able to gain the power that I can. And you think that boy is the one to save you? Save all of you? I say again, foolish princess."
"I have hope. That one is different. He can see." Her voice held a mysticism, awe and wonder. And complete belief that she was right.
"Well, time is running out. Your world is disappearing a little more everyday. Soon, it will be nothing. Just a void." She squared her shoulder at the high pitched laugh, refusing to be intimidated. "Tick tock, dearie. Tick tock."
Turning back to the mirror, she watched the boy sleep. He was so young, but his soul was old. She knew she had chosen correctly. Reaching out her hand, she traced the outline of his forehead.
"Find me, Killian. You have to find me."
I promise I have not forgotten this story! The muse has just been difficult and wanted to start 3,752,124 new projects! argh!