etragidus
" The Servant of The Mirror"
The mirror rippled, continously, making it seem as if it was water that would eventually spill out onto the floor; as quickly as the mirror's glass had began to ripple, it suddenly stopped. I sighed in relief, assuming I had simply imagined it, until a hand lunged out from beneath the mirrors surface; the hand appeared to be webbed and covered in ice and frost, as if winter itself had been hibernating and was just now escaping it's wintery hold. Then It dawned upon me, this hand belonged to the servant of the mirror.
" The Servant of The Mirror"
The mirror rippled, continously, making it seem as if it was water that would eventually spill out onto the floor; as quickly as the mirror's glass had began to ripple, it suddenly stopped. I sighed in relief, assuming I had simply imagined it, until a hand lunged out from beneath the mirrors surface; the hand appeared to be webbed and covered in ice and frost, as if winter itself had been hibernating and was just now escaping it's wintery hold. Then It dawned upon me, this hand belonged to the servant of the mirror.