The brother in the reflection

Chapter 1

~League of Assassin's compound~
------Damian age 8------

A light pattering of feet could be heard. Among the flashes of white streaks of light, a small figure could be seen. A young boy, running for his wretched life. Running away from a chaos of killers, knowing that he would be their next victim. It's all because of his defiance. Because he had no wish to kill a boy his age, even he, despite his upbringing, felt it to be an act of sin. However, his mother nor his grandfather could see the sin. The only sin they saw was the disobedience of the boy: to them, it was an act of treason and treason was punishable by death. The boy had died before; he failed and was punished. He knew the lazarus pit would bring him back to life but that was what he feared. The lazarus pit messes with one's mind, makes them more aggressive and lose reason. The boy feared that another dip in it would push him of the edge. He feared all his mental exercises would be reduced to nothing and he knew fighting with hot rage will only make room for mistakes and openings. Which is why he tried so hard to keep a sane, calculative mind.

But they couldn't see it. No, they only saw raw power as everything and rage gave the most power. That, however, did not sit well with the child and he believed there was more to power. He believed that the mind can overcome the body any day, if anything, the body held the mind back. Physical strength was no match for mental strength in his opinion, and if anyone would bother to hear his opinion, then they too would agree. But who would listen to a mere boy?

If his voice could not be heard, then he will stay silent. As silent as he could until he can escape. 

Escape seemed impossible as he neared the end of the hallway. Except, for a door at the end. The forbidden door that was once host to his grandmother. A door that has never been entered since the birth of his aunt, until now. Picking the lock and tumbling inside, the child hid his traces and locked the door. He held his breath as he heard voices nearing the door, but when they began to fade away, he released it. With lax shoulders, he turned to investigate his hideaway. A bed, a vanity table, a shelf and a few ornaments. Yet, none caught his eye like the full length mirror hung upon the wall. It was a simple, ornate silver decorated with markings that resembles... webs?

But it was the reflection that caught the boy's eye. It was him, but different. Almost as if there was a faint air of some cryptic at work. Unconsciously, his feet brought him towards his reflection. His hand rose in slow uneasiness as he leaned into the boy on the other side. When the two hands touched, the reflection rippled, distorting the image. It was only when he heard voices outside the room on the other side, did he snap out of it. The boy on the other side began to run despite the original not moving a muscle. But when he did, then did he realize that his only hope was to follow his double, despite the untold secrets that it hid. He would face great pain staying where he was: nothing could be worse so his only option was to blindly follow. The youth took a running start and leapt through the looking glass, leaving only an empty room. Shrouded in silver light that seemed to resemble webs, he lost consciousness and simply let himself fall. Hopefully to a place where he would be safe.

A/n

Hi Guys~

We may have made a mistake with this book and bit off more than we can chew, considering this is our third book. But we really wanted to try this concept. What do you guys think?