Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Chapter Three-I meet Tiny Zelda

I closed my eyes tightly. I was all the way through the mirror, and that icy cold feeling was smothering me. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until my lungs were burning. Was this how I'd die? Drowning in mirror-fluid?

The next second, I started to sink. Panicing, I tried to move my arms and legs, trying to swim upwards, but to no avail. It was like I was floundering around in pudding. All the while I continued to sink at a rising speed.

I opened my mouth to scream-

- and slammed onto something hard. I nearly bit my tongue off. The cold feeling had left me, and it didn't feel like I was floating anymore. I gingerly opened my eyes to see that I was on solid ground, a marble-looking floor. Looking up, I saw I was in a tiny room, smaller than my bedroom, like a closet, a room with a strangely leafy decorated door. The only thing in the room besides me was a wierd looking pedestal, about three feet high.

Pushing my self up on my feet, I groaned and slumped against the wall. It felt like all the muscles in my body were screaming and every bone was broken. Leaning against the wall I could see the top of the pedestal, which was covered in blinking lights (one was flashing red) and random buttons and knobs.

"Owwwwww." I groaned again, closing my eyes. What the hell just happened? I'm hallucinatinating, that's what just happened. But if it was a hallucination, then why the heck did my body feel like it just got run over by a steamroller?

The door slammed open, and I opened my eyes with a snap. Standing in front of me, all of five foot zero, was a Cosplay Elf girl about my age. She must have spent a lot of money on her coustume, it looked like it was really black leather, and her pants and shirt were form-fitting and covered with straps and buckles. Her knee-length boots looked like they were made out of the same stuff as her shirt and pants, with a big buckle on the top. She didn't have a bow, but she did have a wicked looking sharp sword drawn, its sheath left empty attached to her belt. She had a pale hispanic skin tone, with long wavy dark brown hair, and her dark eyes squinted as they scrutinized me, slumped against the wall in the corner. I could see the tips of her fake ears poking out of her hair.

"What are do you think you are doing?" Her voice sounded cold and suspicious.

"Oh, thank god, you've got to help me. I need a doctor, I think there's something wrong with me. I thought I was in the bathroom, and then the mirror broke, and no one else was there, and I tried to fix it but somehow the mirror latched onto me and pulled me through and it was cold and wet and I woke up here and I don't know where I am and you've gotta help-"

"Shut up."

I stopped rambling and gasped as the strange girl took one bounding step, stopped a few inches from me, and grabbed the front of my hoodie with her free hand. Five inches shorter than me, she rammed me into the wall and held her sword up to my throat. She was so close I could see the golden flecks in her eyes. I felt the metal of her sword scrap against my skin as I tried to swallow.

"That's a real sword," I said carefully, scared of cutting my throat open like a pig's. My body screamed in protest of being treated so roughly.

"You expect me to believe that you're a human who Transed (author's note: pronounced Trans-duh) from Earth?" She spat, her eyes angry. " How stupid are you? How stupid do you think I am?" She pushed on her sword, which began to dig in my skin. "Who are you really and how did you get in MY ROOM!"

" What are you doing? I just told you, I don't know how I got here, I think I'm going crazy!" Her sword started to cut into my neck and I let out a cry of pain and closed my eyes.

"You really do want to die, don't you? Well, then fine by me, I'll gladly issue your dem-" she stopped mid-snarl. I opened one eye, she seemed to be staring, mouth half-open, at my neck. She took a step back, releasing me. My pain momentarily forgotten, I stood without slumping against the wall and gently touched my neck. When I drew my hand away, I could see a thin line of blood on my hands from where she'd cut me. I looked back up at the girl, who's eyes were growing wide with shock.

"You cut me," i said, master of the obvious, in a state of shock of my own. This was all too much.

The mysterious girl seemed to snap out of it at the sound of my voice. She collected herself, and then raised her sword arm.

"What are you going to do-" My throat constricted in mid-sentence as she swung her sword at my head. I tried to bring up my arms but my reflexes were too slow from the shock and wierdness. At the last second, she twisted her wrist, and the ebony handle of her sword striked my temple. I fell to the floor, losing consciousness.

The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the girl looking strangely at my red blood on the edge of her sword.