The Sacred Mirror

Chapter 7 *Outsiders*

Isabella: "Keomae!" It was dark but I could see my mother in the near distance, I try to call out to her but my voice had no audio. She starts to recede further into the darkness. I try to yell for her to come back, but again my voice had no audio. Why couldn't I speak? I wonder as I hold onto my neck with my hand. She continues to call out my name but this time her voice deepened.

Zachariah: "Keomae!" It was Zachariah's voice, pulling me back to reality "Keomae, snap out of it!" he yells.

My eyes opens, and I could feel a sharp sting on my right cheek, I was bleeding. Zena's dagger had just barely grazed my cheek. She was about to attack again but a sword pierced through her arm, prodding the stone behind me. Zena lets out a scream jumping away from me quickly. Two guys approaching, one of which looked vaguely familiar. It was the guy I seen the other night whom was fighting off the vines! I recognized the white hair, but I had mistaken his hair for short, for it was longer than what I've seen the other night. Perhaps it was the darkness. His eyes were as blue as the skies itself, he wore all blue with a dingy white cloth like material underneath. He crouched down next to me, only to retrieve his sword. His eyes spoke to me as if he's seen me before. Alongside him was another guy with spiky orange brown-ish hair to match his light brown eyes, he to wore strange clothing. An orange cloak, with black pants underneath. Instead of a sword he carried little sharp curricular spikes that were wrapped across his waist and chest. Who were these guys? The orange hair guy speaks.

Autoh: "Zena, have you nothing better to do than to pick on an innocent girl?"

Zachariah: "Keomae, are you okay!?" Zachariah yells from a far. 

I run over to him, kneeling down beside him. I see that he has lost a lot of blood, so I tear off the sleeve of my dress and wrap it over his wound trying to stop the bleeding. He then strokes my right cheek, noticing the cut on it.

Zachariah: "Keomae...why didn't you run? If it wasn't for those guys--"

Keomae: "It's just a little cut, I'm okay Zachariah and I told you before, I don't know what I would do without you." I say cutting him off. He looked up with a surprised look on his face, except I noticed he wasn't looking directly at me, but past me.

Zachariah: "Keomae?..." I asked him what was wrong? I then turned my body slightly to see what exactly had him so mesmerized.

A girl in a pink flowered dress, with a pink flower pinned her hair half up was standing behind us. However this girl was different from anyone I've ever seen before. This girl...had my face.

Zachariah: "Keomae, she looks identical to you. How is that? Who is she?" he whispers over to me, as if I knew.

Still in shock, I turned my body all the way around, rising to my feet, I walked slowly towards her with the mirror in my hands. As I get closer I can see that she too had the same kind of confusion on her face as I did. I was about to speak but she cut me off.

Kiarah: "Just who are you, and why do you have my face? What matter of trickery is this?" she asks. A very dull expression along with a cocked smile took hold of my face. I couldn't help it, this girl may look like me but she sure does not speak like me. "What are you, a demon?" She continues to ask.

Wait, did this girl just call me a demon? Even better question...do demons even exist? What kind of world has demons in it? Still thinking to myself. She snaps me out of my thoughts "answer me!" she demanded. Now I don't know just who this look-a-like me thinks she is, but no one orders me around unless they are my parents.

Keomae: "Now just wait a damn minute!" I yelled, eyebrows scrunched in "I'm just as confused as you are, but you do not hear me questioning you! How do I know you are not the fucking...DEVIL!?" I know, I know weird but I would've felt weirder calling her a monster, demon, creature or whatever. She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face, as if shocked to have heard such words come out of my mouth. Her eyes then narrowed downward.