Dark
Light
Old
New
Near
Far
Faces swirled around in a kaleidoscope of colour. People, just out of focus, people she recognized but couldn't place.
Black
White
Love
Hate
Faces and places. People she'd seen, places she'd been. Through her cloying, dreamy haze she struggled to make sense of it all.
Kill
Kiss
Take
Give...
Nyx sat bolt upright in her bed.
Something had definitely touched her.
She looked around, trying to burn through the dark with her eyes.
Nothing.
Except...
On the edge of her peripheral vision she saw the curtains blowing in the breeze of the open window.
She'd definitely shut that window.
She ran over to the window, peering out into the dark netherworld of the city at night.
She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
But it was difficult to tell a cat from a lamppost in this light, or lack thereof.
Was that a person shape on the corner, or just a bush?
She narrowed her eyes at it. Postbox. Definitely a postbox.
Nyx shrugged, pulling the window closed. Tomorrow she'd be ready. She already had a plan formulating in her mind. Tomorrow would be different.
Tomorrow she'd be ready.
On the corner, the boy watched with interest as the frizzy haired girl looked up and down the street, face scrunched up with confusion.
He grinned to himself when she pulled close the window, her eyes shifting through many colours as she went through irritation, slight fear and just generally tired.
He smiled to himself.
She existed.
She'd existed all along, and no one had known.
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Reflections of Stars
FanfictionA Mortal instruments fanfiction. Sequel to 'Reflections of night'. Nyx stiffled a gasp. "Oh my god, I think I broke you." Nyx may think she's done with the Cave of Reflections and her mysterious powers, but it's going to come back to haunt her...
