CHAPTER 66: The Mirror of Worros
Shock getting the better of me, I kicked the snake . . . and it was gone. I shuddered and shook with disgust and plain old surprise. I then picked up the booklet that I dropped, and flipped through, looking for something on snakes, and hallucinations that potentially occurred in The Scally. After an eternity of flipping, I saw a drawing of the exact same mirror that I looked in.
The mirror of Worros is a mirror that can be found in a particularly dark and gloomy hallway in The Scally. This mirror has two bloody spirals painted on it ― beware!
"Drat! Is that all it says?!" I muttered as I flipped the pages repeatedly to see if I could find out more about it.
"Gee, thanks a million, booklet. Beware totally helps!" I grumbled as I shoved the booklet into my bag.
I looked up at the mirror, which I now knew was the mirror of Worros. But that wasn't the worst part. It was the following events that caused me to feel as if I'd regret the decision until the day I gave up the ghost.
Because right after I looked into the mirror, I was swept into a living nightmare.
I was in a large, dim room filled with lots of zombie technology. I looked around, and tried to walk ― but I was held back. My roots felt as if they were shuffling through gooey sand. I looked down, and saw that my roots were, in point of fact, shackled to heavy weights. But that wasn't the worst part; no; absolutely not! All the plants that I loved and cherished were hanging from the ceiling in chains that dug so deep into their skin that they were bleeding, their blood raining onto the floor in a terrifying storm. The looks in their eyes seemed to be begging, "Please, save us in whatever way you can."
Feeling a surge of confidence, I tried to shoot, but all that came out from my mouth was a plethora of blood. I tried to wave my right leaf, but all that came out of that was a tidal wave of pain that coursed through my body. As well, I could feel a blade slowly inch its way up my arm. But when I looked, I saw nothing. The lengthening cut began to bleed badly, and the more I tried to wave my leaf back and forth, the more I felt that invisible blade slice through my body.
"Enjoying the ride, Queen Bitch?" I heard a baleful, evil voice ring out.
Before I could do anything, Zomboss somehow had materialized out of nowhere. As well, he had what looked like the ghost of a plant beside him. She was a white, wispy Sunflower with glowing red eyes that seemed to pin me to the wall as they glared into the innermost depths of my plantly soul. The Sunflower's image was hazy; it looked as if I was looking at her through blurry glass.
"Hello, Elyssia." she hissed.
"I believe you remember me, all too well."
With a clap of her leaves, spikes came through the ground and impaled the plants hanging from the ceiling, which caused me to scream as I witnessed my loved ones die . . .
"Elyssia, pay attention!" I heard Peater yell form behind me.
I turned around, and saw a black demon making its way towards me. I gasped as the demon hissed, and bared its teeth.
"It's about time you've died, girl." it snarled.
"Go away! Turn around!" I yelled, which made the demon turn around to face Peater.
"You idiot! Don't attack him! Go to hell, or wherever you came from!" I screeched, which caused the demon to let out a whimper before fading away into black smoke. Peater eyed me angrily.
"Are you joking, Elyssia? You just spoke in Deviosaecrilis! What do you have to say about that?"
I couldn't answer that question, which only made my biggest fear be confirmed: I was a piece of evil.
"I'm so sorry . . ." I whispered as I looked into his green eyes. I slowly took out the booklet, and looked at the floor plan of the building.
So far, we had tackled all of the first floor in this blur of hours. "Are you ready to go up the stairs?" I heard Elias ask me.
Before I answered, I sent an icy jet whirling towards the mirror, which caused it to shatter, and the halls to become a bright white. The squealing of the evil spirits that were being exorcised from this floor filled my ears, and threatened to make me go insane.
"Now I'm ready!" I declared as I walked towards the stairs and climbed up.
The second floor was as dark as the first floor was before I broke the mirror of Worros. When I looked at the tiny room that was the hallway, I saw plantly ghosts of every kind floating around, with black auras around them. They were moaning, groaning and crying as they tried to move with weights attached to their roots. One ghost, in fact, had two garbage can lids bashing her head every few seconds. Another ghost had knives constantly digging in and out of her head. To my right, I saw a desk with a document, an inkpot, and a quill on it. Trying not to think about the ghosts that were being eternally tortured, I went over to the desk.
"Elyssia, no!" Peater and Elias cried in unison as I started reading the document.
To the reader of this document,
Congratulations on making it this far into The Scally. From breaking the Mirror of Worros, driving out demons and spirits . . . my, my, it makes me so happy, that I feel like finishing you off myself!
This shocked me, for it felt as if the document was . . . speaking to me.
"Elyssia, what are you reading?" Peater asked as he pointed at the paper.
"It's written in some other language that we don't understand!"
I thought about a tome that I read at least a year ago about ancient evils that infested Toronto. Deviosaecrilis was not only a spoken language ― it was a written language as well. To anyone who didn't know it, it looked like indecipherable gibberish. I continued reading the long document.
. . .
I won't reveal myself, or my name . . . yet. But as a way to say "congratulations," why don't you sign your name right below there . . . Elyssia.