Yelena POV:
It was so beautiful. The best beauty of black.
I stood and made my way into the bathroom where I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my black and flowering body. I looked beautiful.
I kept staring at my reflection. Then back on my black body, admiring it's every inch it covered and every flower that stood sprouted on it.
I took off my jacket and saw it. It has almost covered my body and even a portion of my face. One of my eyes was shining a bright golden and the other one was gone a beady black. I swooned at my new appearance.
But deep down, my real self seemed chained and given in to the new look. I felt almost enslaved to something powerful.
As I stood in front of mirror and staring at my reflection of what seemed like hours, my reflection twitched in a way, I knew I never did. I touched my face if I twitched unknowingly. But I knew that I felt no movement of my face when it happened.
Then my reflection winked, smirking a light curve across its smile.
I jumped back.
What in the damn world......?
A slight headache shot through my head as my ears started ringing as if a ton of speakers were malfunctioning at the same time.
I looked down on my hand and then my body, bobbing my head side to side as I checked my shoulders erect.
Slowly and steadily, the black colour started fading away. It disappeared into my skin as I started going back to normal.
I started touching my body, worry some, every inch on its black parts and gave out a shrill cry.
I transformed completely back to normal.
Looking back onto the mirror, I knew my reflection wasn't mine.
There stood 'it', with a half black body, black flowers and a bright, golden eye. It still smirked, kept on smirking, until it understood I was starting to digest the whole incident.
It waved it hands at me, one at a time and then with both hands, almost shaking it aggressively.
"Hey" said 'it'
That crystal clear voice returned, perfectly echoing into the surroundings and heavenly as it would seem forever.
"Hi?" I said back.
The voice of mine was really cracked in comparison. I would rather love to keep quiet at this point.
"Surprising. Isn't it. I thought I would be lost forever after I was sealed so tight. And that creature was a clever move to hide me..." It spoke.
I kept quiet, and couldn't understand what my reflection meant but wanted to listen some more of it.
As much as it waved it's hands and spoke, I felt I just wanted to keep on listening and staring at it. That golden eye just had something unique hidden within it, a power, something I was continuously craving for.
I gave me a hunger feeling.
"Clearly it wasn't sure if someone would ever find me, but you know, I was born red..." It went on speaking.
I could say mostly 'it' was bragging nonsense about 'itself' and I just went on listening like a loyal friend.
"Stop" I said, as I came back to my senses.
"Yes....master"
That was the last thing I wanted to hear. I had a ton of questions in my mind right then.
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Gellistel: An Aquiscent Curse
FantasyIt was a curse to languish for. ********************* Yelena Iris, a twenty year old youth, was cursed with the curse that might not be called a curse. She said it was power. A power which she tried to hide well enough. But not for too long. A path...