Before me stands a mirror. People travel far and wide come to see this for it tells them of their future. Although, not everyone likes what they see. The mirror shows a version of the life you are living. And by doing so it shows your future. If your reflection stands alone, not as you are as you gaze upon it, your future is not the one you want. If your reflection stands with your most sentimental possession, and your future hold everything you dream and more. If your reflection stands as you are, you have a future, but the mirror is unsure of what it holds. If you have no reflection, you have no future. Some see this mirror as a blessing, the world is told it is so, after all, the world-wide goal of life is to gaze upon the mirror. However, what happens if you gaze upon the mirror and do not see what you hoped you would? What then? Can you change your future? The answer is as plain as it is simple: no. When you gaze upon the mirror, you lock that future in, you seal your fate. Not everyone likes what they see, and they try to change their future, but it cannot be done. If you try and change what the mirror showed you, you are signing your own death sentence. The Keepers of the Mirror will hunt you down, either put you back on your path, or kill you. The former being the least likely solution they will take. You defy the mirror, you die. It is as clear as that. I stand before the mirror and I see no reflection. But I have a life. And I have a love. I have plans and places to go. I walk out of that room, I walk towards my love and I can feel the blood drain from my face. He saw his future, it was not what he hoped and now I know, we know, it is because the mirror showed him a future without me. I tell him that I am going to run, I am going to change my fate. He tells me that he will come with me, run with me. No. That is not something I can ask of him, I won't. He tells me that I do not have a choice. He doesn't want the future the mirror showed him, the future without me. I am going to run, after all, I'm dead anyways.
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