The Mirror

So we found a really cool mirror

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I had always hated most of the Mortal Realm.
What I hated most was that I couldn't use magic. I mean really, how is that fair? Every other Realm had magic, but no my parents had to send me here.

When I was twelve, my parents sent me here because they said the curse was going to kill us. So, they found a sorceress who could save me by sending me to a world where I would get to grow up without fear of a curse, a world without magic.
The catch was that only I could go.

So for the past five years, I had been at a boarding school in the Mortal Realm. For the past five years, some enchantment had kept the school from realising there was no one paying my tuition, that I had no parents. For the past five years, I had ignored my childhood and lived as a regular person.

I had a relatively happy life, with three close friends. Everything was perfect, until Jason and I found the mirror. I, of course, knew the second I saw it. Not that they could know that. The sorceress had told me, all those years ago, that if I told anyone the truth, my life would be taken back to the exact moment I walked through that portal, and I'd never be able to cross back. That was the price my parents paid for my protection.

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"Do we even want to know how you two found this closet?" Eliza asked.

"Ew, shut up."

"So... who's gonna touch it?" Gabi dared, backing away from the shimmering glass.

Jason and I had decided to explore the teachers' wing while everyone else was out on a field trip.
Of course, the reason we weren't on the field trip was because we missed curfew(again) and cleaning every hallway in the school while they were out was our punishment (Eliza and Gabi were actually cleaning). Gods, they were stupid to leave us alone. So, when my friend found the mirror, I tried to keep him from telling Gabi and Eliza.

"Cartha will kill us if she finds out we went exploring while we were supposed to be in detention," I had said.

His only reply was "Eliza's not that much of a snitch, Lua."

And that's how we got to this situation.

We led our friends through the basement, the dark wooden floorboards creaking under our weight. A bright light shone through the door at the end of the hallway, a door all of us would've sworn hadn't been there before. It opened to a creepy, damp, mouldy smelling room with nothing but a mirror. And the four of us.

We all exchanged a look.

"Not it!" Jason and Eliza touched their noses simultaneously, followed by Gabi.

"Guess that'll be me then," I muttered, stepping slowly towards the mirror. It rippled like a lake that just received a pebble, reflecting me but not quite. I saw myself with my natural dark hair, rather than my current blonde, in an ancient Roman toga, then wearing shoulder pads, plaid, and with permed hair, then I was dressed as a flapper. The image kept flickering as if there was a bad connection or something. In one of them, I saw the fashion of my homeworld.

I stupidly reached out.

Jason tried to grab my hand, but it was too late; the mirror absorbed me the second my fingers went through the liquid glass. Then, suddenly, the four of us found ourselves surrounded by an abyss. Well, the opposite of an abyss. Everything was white; there was nothing. We stood solidly on a floor that didn't exist. For miles in every direction, there was nothing. Nothing but–