Not Your Reflection

Prologue

Amethyst was enraged. Of all the things he could have done, this was the worst. How could he do that to her, in front of all those people? Amethyst had had it. She was plotting a way to get out of town and forget this awful life. All she had to do was pack her bags, get on the chariot, and leave. "Only the necessities." Amethyst kept repeating to herself. She kept wanting to take all her jewels and expensive clothing, but being on the run, she couldn't. She hurriedly packed all her things and glanced in the mirror for one more overview. The crown on top of her head had fallen amiss the tangled mess of her bright red hair. Her white skin was showered in freckles,especially on her nose. The shoulder of her stola had fallen to her mid forearm, and her sandals were old and torn, but they still did their job. She straightened the crown on her head because what princess lets her crown slide? In the corner of the mirror she thought she saw someone, but she quickly brushed it off as a shadow. She grabbed her bag full of her things, and started out the door. Then suddenly, a huge pair of hands grabbed her neck. They pulled her back into the room and shut the door. She tried to get a glance of who he was but she couldn't see. The hands grabbed her hair and started slammed her into a table. He raised her up to slam her head down once more, and in the reflection, she saw that it was him. He smashed Amethyst's head into the mirror three times before he realized that she was dead. "I never loved you," he spat to the cold body lying on the floor. He quickly cleaned up the glass and buried her body. "Who's going to miss her?" he chuckled to himself. Little did he know what was waiting for him.