"Shit is goin' down!" I say enthusiastically with a smile. Traple gathers the books. "Don't push it."
I pout. "Aw, why not?" I blink on my glowing, honey yellow and snow white eyes, to see in the darkened room. I look around. It's very empty in here, and yet,.. looks abandoned. Traple is setting the books down on a table in another room connected to the main one. Her silver eyes glowing, she too explores our new hide-out. "Because," She says stepping over debris. "We only have a start of our needed knowledge,- Your mother has an army, of armies." I smirk quickly. I scan the floor. "She's not my mother."
Traple chuckles, squatting on the ground looking at something. "Bullshit," She says sarcastically. I roll my eyes and laugh. I wave my hand over the trash and debris in front of me, and it disappears; probably into the actual void. "Really. She's not your mom?" My head shoots up at the word. "I-" I look down. "I have no mom. I mean, I did," I look at my lost friend. "But,.. she was killed.." I wish you remembered.. I lift a broken couch with magic and wave it away. Something shiny to the right catches my eye. I turn to look at it and almost blind myself. I frown, blinking off my glowing eyes.
Traple steps forward. "What's an unscathed mirror doing here?" She examines the sides of the frame and the reflective surface. "And in one piece no less." I say. Traple stops and frowns at me, tilting her head. "That's what unscathed means, dumby." She steps closer to the mirror. I cross my arms. "There's no need to be rude!" I touch the glass. "Oh come off it." Traple runs her finger over the wood polished frame. My hand goes through the surface of the glass, rippling around my hand like water. "Uh, Trap?" I raise my healing wings up. Traple looks at me. "Holy shit!" I pull my arm back and it slips free effortlessly. I frown and raise a brow, turning my hand over. "That's.." I blink. Weird. Cool. Interesting. Strange. I shake my head. "Uh..Weretresting." Traple cocks her head. "Weretresting?" She says. " D'you mean Winteresting?"
I blink. "Uh..Weird and interesting.. I couldn't decide which to say."
Traple nods. "That's what Winteresting means; It's a Nightian term, in English."
Traple kneels down in front of the mirror. She cups her hands and in a second, blue spark magic appears. She blows it onto the mirror; and the surface is clean and shiny like new. The frame is now legible too; there's an engraving at the base of the frame: CLOSIX MOI IZ TROX
"I won't even try to pronounce that." I say. "That's not Nightian is it?" Traple runs her fingers over the carved letters. She breathes in. "This is Old Nightian." She looks around the dark room. "I'd say this house dates back to the 20's, at least 2022. " I whistle. "Two thousand twenty-two.." I blink. "Where do you think the mirror leads?" Many mirrors on Lotiis operate like portals, leading to other worlds, other universes, or a set destination. Traple frowns. "I don't know, but it feels like I've used this portal before."
I look around the abandoned living room. "You weren't even born yet, Trap." I sit down.
She scoffs. "No I think before the corruption war."
I stare at the Nightańían words. "What does that phrase mean?" Traple takes a deep breath. "It means something else, I can't tell. It says 'Portal to Earth.'"
I shake my head. "You know more Natònian than I do."
Natònian is the word for Nightian in its language. "Old Nightian was confusing like that. On paper it said one thing, but meant another spoken. It obviously changed here for that reason."
"What's 'earth'?" I ask. Traple stares at the mirror. " I know I have an answer to that. I can't find anything in my files.." She looks down at the ground. I jump up. "Let's find out together." I hold my hand out. She takes it and stands up. Traple turns off her glowing eyes, and I draw in a breath. "Ready?" She asks. I grab her hand. "Let's go together; honestly I'm terrified." Traple laughs. "Okay."
We step forward and extend our hands into the mirror's reflective pool. We dive in and hold each other for dear life; then all goes black.
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The NexttGenns Trilogy: Season 1: THE CORRUPTION SERIES
FantastikPepper-Riia Cyy is the heir to the throne in Cordinia, her home kingdom. At least, she Was, until a tyrant and leader in the rebel army named Genie (no last name given), stormed the Hicrill (the royals' castle) and killed the ruler and Pepper's old...
