Reflecting Our Emotions

Chapter Six

"You're my 12 o' clock?"

A young girl with glasses, who couldn't possibly be older than a middle schooler, stands in front of us examining her nails. Behind her is a small, old school diner, desolate compared to the other buildings around it. 

"I get the same look all the time, I chose the wrong body to possess, give a girl a break," she says, rolling her eyes and walking into the store. Dane and I look at each other, dumbfounded by the youthfulness of such an old witch.

"Maybe she's her daughter," Dane whispers to me, while we quietly follow her inside. 

"I would never lower myself to do that with anyone. It's the one and only—" she turns around, throwing her arms straight out, "—moi." 

She points to a booth, and we sit down in the empty seat, an employee quietly minding his own business behind the counter. She places her hands on the table, interlocking her fingers while looking at us attentively. 

"What's the issue? Was it my Faet Shoes? Take a leap of fate closer to your mate? Those got recalled two years ago because some weirdos thought they were in the omega verse and got all creepy."

Before Dane dares to ask, I quickly stop him, not wanting to answer his question of elaboration. 

"Um, well, no, it's about those Faet Mirrors you make, and..."

I go ahead and explain the situation from beginning to end, of course leaving out some unnecessary details. The Faet Witch nods her head throughout the story, the information seeming to mean something to her. By the end, she lets out a dramatic sigh, twirling her thumbs. 

"...So this may be my fault. After I left the Koy Kingdom, I wanted a clean slate, so I started up my new business here, with my collection of novelty Faet items— Faet Shoes, Faet Phones, Faet Pens— but I never expected one of my old inventions would follow me here. It seems like the trace of magic I left behind manifested itself into a familiar item, such as a mirror, and made itself into a Faet Mirror. It's highly uncommon, but theoretically, it checks out."

"Ms. Witch—"

"Call me Faith."

We both give her a pointed look and she rolls her eyes again. 

"I'm all about playing on words. What, should I have used the other option?"

"Ms. Faith, is there a way for me to go back? If you had the ability to come to this world, surely you have a way to go back."

She sighs, looking out the window in remiss. 

"That was a one-way ticket to here, and I doubt you would be able to go back the same way. The process I used only worked back at the Koy Kingdom..."

She takes a pause to absorb in mine and Dane's reactions, which are both grim and in disbelief.

"...but I remember when I made my Faet Mirror collection, I had to make it all cheesy and romantic. So I put it in its programming that there would be a big issue that the soulmate pairing has to smooth out. Usually it was distance, so I made it hard for them and made them try to find each other. I guess for you two it's something else because clearly—" she gestures her hands to us,"—it was quite easy to find each other."

Dane and I brighten up, both our minds thinking the same thing. 

"This is quite easy. We already figured out the problem. Naomi isn't the original owner of the mirror, so our quest is to find the previous owner— who in turn is my soulmate," Dane explains, Faith's face turning skeptical.