Short Stories!

Faith's Mirror

The scene before you is indescribable. On barren earth between territories, the mighty clans of Winter and Summer about to clash in an armed conflict that would last many years longer. and eventually, lead to the downfall of each kinship. The tall, frost-filled trees that loomed behind the fair-faced, dark-haired winter warriors, casting a cold shadow over anything that advanced past the tree line. On the opposite side of the sterile plain, the mid-greens and bright colors of the summer hills are a stark contrast to the icy atmosphere of the conflicting side. The soldiers of summer are a stark contrast to their frigid rivals. Light-haired, with sun-kissed skin that seems to glow in the warm light. Unlike most action/adventure movie films, the sunny weather did not reflect the tension growing, slowly, but surely, between the two armies. Both at the ready, neither to make the first strike. Both parties were so focused that if you were to stand between the two hordes and do what you could try to stop them, they would pay as much attention to as they would a squirrel running across the field. 

The object of their rage may have been each other, but greed was the one who sparked it. A powerful, archaic object, once named Faith's Mirror, for it is believed that one who possesses it can see what was meant to be seen, but what many have forgotten. In actuality, it was made by a man, who gave it to his daughter, Faith, for safe keeping. He wanted it to become an heirloom. Faith went on to become a powerful white witch, and helped many around her with the potent magic given to her. Although this took years, she was content with her state of living. Soon, her father died, and Faith fell into a grief so deep, wide and dark, many times, she thought she would never find her way out of it. At what she later would perceive as her lowest point, she remembered her mirror, one that her father had poured his heart into, and the one that she carried in memory of him. She looked into that mirror and saw all the incredible things she experienced with him, and without him. She every person that she had helped, and how they grew from it. The mirror became enchanted with part of every person whose heart she had touched, and she rose from the heart of darkness once again, into the light, where she felt most at home. 

When she reflected on that time in her life, as an old woman, many years later, she wished to put her mirror where all could look upon it in their times of need, at their lowest point. She went to the high-priest and priestess and asked them to display her mirror in a humble corner of the temple when she died, and spread the word that if anyone falls on hard times, big or small, to look in her mirror and remember. 

That is how the story is written in records lost long ago. Records that nobody remembers. It is quite truthful, the common knowledge of Faith's Mirror showing you things that you, and many others have forgotten, but there are some things that must be left a mystery. Mysteries, for example. The word itself would be obsolete if such things didn't exist. But winter and summer were fighting over rumors that were twisted and turned every which way so that all that remained was a shadow of the truth. Each wanted the mirror for their own reasons, but the base was the same. Keep it away from the other. This is never a good way to go, dear reader. This goes one of two ways, neither good. One, a clan wins, and the other is left crippled in numbers and moral, filled with malice and hate for the other party. Two, the clans take the fight to the mirror, and somehow, they release something slumbering, deep down within happy memories. 

The clans will realize their mistakes in due time, through stories the stories that the elders had nearly forgotten, and turn against high-priest and priestess, displaying the object of interest for all, and completing its only goal. That is when Faith's powerful spirit will finally be at rest. But remember, dear reader, that people love you. You have touched the heart's of many, and some will forget the good deeds you've done. But not all of them will be so inconsiderate, reader. You are important to those who matter, and you are important to those people as well, I guarantee you. There is a lesson to be learned from Faith, reader, but I will let you learn it as you please.

1/3/18

Big thanks to QalaxyCinamnonRolls for helping me come up with the idea!