The Finding

Part 3 The curious mirror

The following morning was awkwardly spent at breakfast with silence.  They ate and every once in a while exchanged a few words.  There was an unspoken acknowledgment, of what?  Katherine was yet to know.

 Finally after five minuets of silence and one coffee cup drowned, her Aunt Alice spoke, "So have you noticed anything in your room?"

 "Of what sort?"

 "You know.  Was there anything that grabbed your attention?"

 "I sorry if there was something to notice, but no.  I did not."  He couldn't help but notice the slightly disappointed look on Alice's face.  "Was there anything to notice?"

 "No," She looked down.  "There wasn't anything."  Again with the silence. Well that was peculiar.

 "Well,"  She pushed her chair back, as the scratching of wood again wood was heard,  "I need to go complete a few errands today, so you have the house to yourself.  Please, if you could, just dust a little more.  That mirror has been collecting it for ages."

 "Will do."

There was a clinging sound along with a banging in the kitchen as she talked.  The clicking of heels sounded in the distance.  "Oh, and don't burn the house down!"  The door slammed.

 Katherine's room was a journey to get to, but well worth it.  Now that she thought about it, the mirror was quite dusty.  She grabbed a rag and cleaner from the bathroom and returned.  Her uncle's ring was lying on the bedside table.  She felt an eery pull to it.  Sliding it on her right ring finger, she watched as it glisten.  Then, the cleaning began.  The gold ridges of it were now filthy.  Katherine didn't know how she hadn't noticed it before.  The glass had been stained in the corner with a red substance that she didn't even want to begin to contemplate what it was.

 Suddenly, the mirror shook as she touched the rag to the glass.  She tried to readjust it, placing her right palm flat on the glass.  It felt stuck, and suddenly she couldn't move her hand.  Packing, Katherine tried to tug her hand away from the mirror but it wouldn't budge.  Then, her hand began to sink into the mirror.  Then her wrist, then her arm, and suddenly, she fell into the mirror.

 Kath was fell and was comforted by a soft, squishy landing.   She looked up and saw a man with golden eyes.  And with that, everything went dark.

 She was awoken with a jolt and the sound of trotting.  A blanket had been thrown over her, and she appeared to be in the back of a wagon.  Shaking, she tried to stand up, but was immediately greeted with lightheadedness and fell back down.

 "Ah, I see you are awake."  There was a man sitting beside her.  He was the same man who caught her with golden eyes and brown hair.  There was a faint scar on his left cheek. He certainly was handsome, but in a "Ive been through hell and back" type of way.  His angular jaw and crooked nose gave off this appearance. He reached his hand out to her.  She coward back in fear.

 "Who are you?"  Katherine's voice quivered as she spoke.