What is it that you desire the most?
What is it that you held so dearly?
Something your lips can never say yet burns at the deepest corners of your being.
They say having magic is an advantage. With a flick of a finger and you shall have it. It was never that simple.
Such example was the myth told about a mirror. Cliché as it sounds, they said that the mirror can grant you anything your heart desires.
Many sought after said object with hopes to succeed. Once a king managed to get hold of the mirror and chaos ensued. Many lives were lost. Then the council decided to hide away the treasure where no one can ever find it.
Years pass and soon forgotten as history or rather a myth to some.
-Present Time-
“Evelyn…”
“Evelyn….”
“Eve wake up….you’re going to be late.”
Having just woken up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Looking at her surroundings and giving a small sleepy yet contented smile. Standing up and fixing her bed, she started to prepare for her day.
*Timeskip*
After making breakfast and a bunch of pastries, she stuffed the pastries in a bag and ate her breakfast. She wore black long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and black boots. After making sure she looked presentable, she grabbed her bag and cloak then headed out. She was walking in the forest for a few minutes when she heard voices.
“Let go of me!”
“You brat! Come back here!”
“I’ll skin you alive once I get my hands on you.”
She rolls her eyes at the voices as it was only 8:30 in the morning and someone was already being noisy and stirring up trouble. She wondered whether she should intervene or just let it go. Against her better judgement she decided to see what the commotion was about.
This better be worth it.
