Mirror Mirror

The Price of Protection

Chapter 8

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Gauche's mind raced, his mind consumed by the thought his lost mirror eye. He fully grasped the power it had held, the advantages it had granted him. The absence of his mirror eye now felt like a handicap, a glaring weakness that left him vulnerable.

Frustration, like a seething tempest, churned within Gauche. Unable to contain his pent-up anger any longer, he released a scream—a primal roar of frustration and anguish. The echoes reverberated through the secluded spot, carrying his tumultuous emotions into the surrounding wilderness.

Taking a deep breath, Gauche fought to regain control over his emotions, to refocus his energy towards a more constructive purpose.

"I won't let that imposter continue to deceive and hurt Marie. I'll kill them and make amends with her!"

With a renewed determination, Gauche encourages himself, his voice filled with ... violent conviction. But conviction nonetheless.

First, I need to find a way to defeat these creatures for good. I won't be hindered by their reflective nature anymore.

Recalling a past experience, Gauche's mind sparked with an idea—

He found a spot to sit down, his focus intensifying as he delved into the intricate process of crafting. Gauche ventured out of his hiding spot, observing the glass creatures with keen eyes and meticulously calculating the amount of light they absorbed and the limits of their reflective capabilities. His brows furrowed with concentration as he analyzed their behavior, seeking to uncover their weaknesses.

The passage of time became irrelevant as Gauche lost himself in his work. Hours slipped away unnoticed as his mind sharpened, his calculations growing more precise. He envisioned a device—a tool that would surpass the reflective limits of mirrors, rendering the glass creatures vulnerable.

His focus intensifying as he delves into the intricate process of crafting. Gauche goes out of his hiding spot to observe and meticulously calculate the amount of light the creatures absorb and analyzes the reflective limits of mirrors. His brows furrowed with concentration as he envisions a device capable of exceeding those limits.

As Gauche delved deeper into his work, a peculiar sensation washed over him—an ethereal whisper of familiarity, like a long-lost memory teasing the edges of his consciousness. The rhythmic clinking of tools and the hum of his creation seemed to trigger something buried deep within his mind.

A flicker of recognition danced in Gauche's eyes, a hint of something forgotten but now resurfacing. 

He paused for a moment, his hands still.

Visions from a time before he joined the Black Bulls began to take shape in his mind. Fragments of scenes and faces, once hazy and obscured, became clearer with each passing moment. Memories of a distant past intertwined with his present, creating a tapestry of emotions and revelations.

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He recalled a memory when he was fifteen years old...

A tired Gauche sat on a park bench, his eyes fixed on his little sister Marie as she was playing with other children, her laughter and innocent joy filling the air. Gauche's eyes softened as he took in her carefree spirit, a beacon of light in his tumultuous world.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reflected on the recent purchase of new shoes for Marie's birthday. It had been a tough decision, weighing the limited funds he had against his sister's happiness. In the end, he had chosen to spend the money, believing that her joy was worth any sacrifice.