Weylon

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I hurried home, the journey back seemingly taking twice as long as the journey there.

As soon as I returned I called for Elena,

"Elena, come here, I need you to read this for me"

"alright Elizabeth calm down I'm coming"

Our shouting had drawn the attention of our other sister Rosalie.

"What's the matter Elizabeth?"

"I've got my gift from Weylon but I can't read the message"

We sat in the parlour, myself and Rosalie animatedly waiting for Elena to start reading.

"what exactly did you ask for Elizabeth?"

"I asked for something to make me beautiful, and oh I he gave me the most amazing mirror. I look flawless in its reflection. But after id gazed at it for a while the image began to fade. What does the parchment say?"

"I don't like the sound of it at all, I think you should take the mirror back."

"what! No. why would you say that. Your just jealous ..."

I didn't complete my sentence as Rosalie, ever the peace keeper, interjected.

"what does it sat Lena, what's the matter?"

"It says, owner of the mirror beware....

This mirror will show you the beauty you seek, but no gift comes free of charge. Use the mirror at your own risk as each use will cost you dearly."

I bristled, "oh, such nonsense. I shall take no notice"

I didn't bother listening to my sisters reply, id already left the room.

Later that evening as I was preparing for supper I found myself pondering the words of warning on the note. Surely it was just a trick, a ruse to stop me using my beautiful mirror. How was I to know that it even said that anyway, Elizabeth could have made it all up. Yes, that sounded more like the truth. She was probably trying to scare me so she could take it for herself.

I stood, my maids had just washed my hair and I was in my best dress, now was the perfect time to have another look in my mirror. I slid my hand into the satchel, the silver handle was cold under my fingertips and I instantly felt a heaviness to it. I lifted it to eye level, my head tilted lightly. I looked at the mirror as if it was a man I was seducing. My eyes took in the reflection. What! My reflection was gazing back at me with angry eyes, but there was nothing special to it. Where had my beauty gone?