My heart fluttered. My mind locked on the subject at hand, myself. This was what it was comparable the first time I created an illusion. The dark, haunting music that was [insert song here] danced around me, it's lyrics causing me to dive deeper into what felt like a dream. I turned the temperature down, causing goosebumps to form on my flesh. The lights dimmed, and I created a dark blue flame in my hand, trying to create heat that would flow from its aura. The illusion was difficult, I remember, like trying to complete a 100 puzzle piece in a matter of seconds. The darkness of the room flicked, before resorting to its original state, a white, empty room.
"Great job." I created a voice to say to myself, it was a happy voice.
I, however, was not happy.
I hated the asylum.
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FanfictionI am not from this universe. I am not like the others that walk the streets of this town. I am not one to take pride in my abilities. I am from universe number 261015. The mirror is my portal. My name is Y/N. I have never been sent to battle, until...
