Mirror, mirror.
[mirror, mirror.
Tell me what you see.
Mirror, mirror.
I dare gaze upon thee.
Mirror, mirror.
Mistakes have I made.
Mirror, mirror.
Now, my soul shall fade.
Mirror, mirror.
Run, run while you can.
Mirror, mirror.
It's the mirror man.]
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It was the dawn of our age. A cold time, when fur was as thick as the danger that lay hidden. It was when I was young, fresh, unwise about what this life had to offer.
He was there as well, that rascal. Just like I.
It was when the clans first formed, fresh, unstable. At that point, our shares were vast and expansive, untamed wilderness like no other.
Clans held forty members strong, and their boudries had no end at one side.
When my brother and I first appeared, we were gladly accepted.
There was no true code at this period, other than loyalty. But that was a given.
We rose to the top of our classes as expected of us. Wolfsbane and Silvergaze, we were highly honored and respected.
Until the day my brother vanished.
And so, began the daker periods for the clans, after so many years of success, they began to crumble. All because of one cat.
Mirror man.
The name might sound silly, but that is the rough translation, that is his title.
From the beginning, my brother and I knew we were destined for greatness. However, we would be put under a harsh test, to prove our worth. Silvergaze failed. I knew it as soon as all traces of him were wiped away.
And now, I knew my test. I did not know if I could handle it.
We were ravaged, day after day. Cats would cease to return from long hunting trips. We would find their bodies.
Their eye sockets empty, their jaws cracked open and odd by a powerful force unknown.
Scrawled on the ground, a devious title, 'Mirror Man'.
Instantly, the clans were shrouded in fear. We were trapped in our own homes, hardly any dared to venture out.
Famine was common. If nothing changed, cannibalism would be too. We already raked wach other over for the smallest scraps. We were all enemies, trapped by a Force with powers unlike any other.
It had to stop.
He had to stop.
And of course, I was the one to stop him. I had long since known my brother's tricks.
His fur would turn to reflective crystals, his teeth and claws to shards of metal. He was nearly invincible.
There was one rule he explained to me.
Never look at him directly. You would be frozen. Sort of like medusa, except you would not be turned to stone. And, only certain eyes could gaze upon his reflection. Mine, at that time, were the only ones.
Not even the blind could look at him without Ill effects.
Only my, at the time, haunting purple eyes could gaze upon his reflection in the lake and come out alive.
However, in the beginning, my brother never killed anyone. The ones who looked at him, they killed themselves.
There can never be a duplicate of a being in a single universe. In a different one, yes. But never in the same.
If one such pair exists, fate will bring them together, and their eyes will melt, their mouths locked in an eternal scream. Why, you may ask? It is simple.
Mortal beings do not handle paradoxes well. And two of the exact same things, down to the tiniest point, create an unbalance in the worlds. Which, I consider to be a paradox.
What does this all have to do with Silvergaze? He could simulate that paradox. Cats would look at him in his crystalline form, and in him, they would see themselves. Therefore, they were destroyed.
My brother, at first, despised his power. However, it was intended for use of balance, population control I guess you could say.
Unfortunately, as time passed, it got the best of him. He felt the power of their death, and desired it, craved it.
And so, he had failed.
And now, it was my test.
I had to stop him, before he created his own paradox of being an unbalanced balancer. In simpler terms, before he wiped out the entire population, becoming an ultimate being himself.
Like many other days, the snow fell heavy, mocking us for not being as beautiful as it.
I hate snow.
There stood Mirror man, his grin arrogant and sure. He was so blinded by his own greed, he failed to see his next target. Which is a brilliant example of irony, considering how he worked.
And, because of his blindness, he did not remember what I could do.
I am the copy cat.
His glare burried it's way into my fur, trying to find where I was weak. It never did.
I blared the bright light from above back at him, and he screeched in realization. He knew what he had done, and he knew how badly he had messed up. His form melted completely, becoming a pile of mercury and regret.
His power welled up, and I moved on.
He stayed, I fled.
I always flee.
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So, I will be having a regular updating schedule. About once, maybe twice a week if I can. I plan on trying to update again tomorrow, to make up for the shorter chapter.
This will be a full blown story, becuase so many requested it. Please, continue leaving reviews, suggestions, or pointing out any mistakes you may find. It is greatly appreciated.
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