The crossing of the paths

The crossing of the paths

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"Where am I?" Katy had just passed through a portal. But all that Katy saw was a big and shinny diamond. She couldn't help herself. She had emerged into a room filled with light and swirly colors. "You are in the crossing of the paths. You are here to meet your destiny." "What are you talking about?" "You will soon find out little one, very soon." "Where am I?" Cally just walked through a portal that led her to where dimensions pass through one another. But the only thing Cally saw was a giant soccer ball. "You are here to meet your long lost sister." "Who are you?" "You will soon find out" "I don't even have a sister, and if I did, my parents would have told me." "Ah, and that is one of the many things your parents did to protect you" "Protect me from what?" There was no response. Then Katy stepped out from a corner into the light. The twins found themselves facing each other, it was almost like looking at their own reflection.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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