It all seemed so real, as if I had actually lived that dream. A world empty and formless, completely black but not dark. I could see my reflection, and I was so different. Long hair, red eyes. My clothes harmonized greatly with that world, having a slight coloration that brought me a certain sadness.
But I didn't let myself be swayed by that. I had to find out how to get out of there, how to return to reality, even though deep down what I wanted most was to escape from it.
It was confusing for me. I was just a girl, yet in that dream, I seemed older. Perhaps it was my destiny, how I would be in the future, and I didn't see any problem with that. What I saw pleased me in a certain way. I was just different.
I remember walking for what felt like an eternity. I wasn't tired; I felt like I could do that forever, but it wasn't what I truly wanted. There had to be a way out, some escape. There had to be something in that place, something solid, something I could touch.
So I stopped walking. It was a dream, after all. Perhaps my way out was simply to wake up, to make an effort to do so. I hugged myself and closed my eyes. I repeatedly wished to wake up from that place, and when I opened my eyes, I could see my reflection through my stepmother's mirror. Indeed, I was back; it was the forbidden room where she had often visited before her departure to the kingdom of Ulrik.
But what intrigued me the most was... Why did I still look that way? Long hair, red eyes. I seemed so... sinister... even though my expression didn't match that.
Soon a shiver ran down my spine, and then I noticed a figure behind me through the reflection. I couldn't stop staring at him in the mirror, but I never turned around. What if he was actually there? Who was that man?
He smiled in a way that made my whole body shiver. There was malice in that smile, cruelty in his expression. I never forgot his words. He said that one day we would meet again and that I would become his. We would reign together; we were very alike. I would set him free; that was the prophecy.
A supposed inevitable destiny that haunted me ever since...
