This is kind of an introduction into the story, the first chapter will be up soon. And it was posted weird as i copied and pasted from Word. After you read, please comment or send me a private message with your opinion about it. Thank you!
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I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, my salvation. But for some reason I didn’t want to head towards it. Something inside me was screaming as loud as it possibly could ‘go towards the light’. But I didn’t pay any attention to it, because that could of only meant one thing: my fantasy would be over. Instead I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness, holding my breath as I stepped further and further away from the small, faint light.
“Good…Come closed child.”
I heard a voice in my head whisper. It was a soft male voice, almost as velvet, calling me from the other end. Like a baby that walks for the first time into this world I stepped, mesmerized, towards the voice. The fascination was too intense; I just couldn’t break away from it.
“Closer. Closer, Azalea.”
The voice went on calling me as I set one foot in front of the other. The name was unfamiliar to me, but that didn’t matter. I knew it was reaching out to me. And who was I not to follow its sweet call.
“Terrific, now you’re here!”
Here? Where was here? My eyes fluttered open as I took the last step towards my destination. Nothing. Everywhere I looked around me I could only see darkness. But in that darkness yet another faint light sparkled, more cheerful that the one before. My feet found there way towards it by themselves, as I was watching it dance. A mirror? I had come all that way for a simple mirror? In front of me was sitting a dusty old mirror with a very thin silver border. For a few seconds I didn’t know what to make of it, just stared blankly at the little light inside.
“Do you recognize me?”
A voice as bell came from the other side. Frightened, I took a few steps back, trying to keep y balance.
“If I saw your face maybe it would be easier for me.”
I said to the voice on the other side. It just giggled, a giggle that sounded more like a high squeak. Now I felt offended. And the voice seemed to notice.
“What? You can not see me? Well, well, that is truly sad. I guess we’ll have to fix that later won’t we?”
Another giggle came from the other side and the little light fainted, leaving me confused, staring at myself in the mirror. God, my dark hair was messy. And look at those pajamas; I looked as it I came out of the washing machine. Disappointed, I let out a sigh.
“But for now, I’ll have to say farewell.”
The mirror disappeared as sudden as it appeared and I was left to stand confused in the middle of an empty room, wandering what had just happened. Maybe someday I would find out. Or maybe it was all just another of my strange, meaningless dreams.
