Chapitre 1: Prologue
Have you ever wonder?
If a world exists through the looking glass?
How does it looks like?
Does it looks like exactly the same as our world? Or there are differences?
I am Endorra Ambrose, I was deemed as a witch by the people around me. Why? Please do put the blame on my family's lineage which is practically associated with the witches. Technically I am just a normal human, I live alone inside of the old mansion that I inherited from my parents after their demise, cause by a bomb accident years ago.
I am contented with my quiet and well reserved life, I've been living alone for 10 years and currently I am 17 years old. I study at the academy within the Witherville, it is a small village located at the top of the hilly platform.
Today is the day that I'll start selling the things stuck here in the basement, it is quite dusty and exhausting. I wanted to sell something...hmmm...peculiar! In that way the people will buy more. As I was searching for something unique but not too scary, cause you know... witchcraft.. I found a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, it is not made of hard paper, it's made of...glass? Maybe it's an old board game that mom used to play with, she's a fond of board games though. Weird but meh, I'll just find the other pieces and keep them afterwards. But the rest of pieces led me to a... huh? What is this? A frame of a mirror? Uhh.. interesting.. Well it is my first time seeing this in here, I could hear few whispers muffling around the certain area. Oh well, I'll just gather the glass pieces and put them in a box.
While gathering the pieces one by one, I have noticed something weird, as if I was put under a spell, I could feel.. the mirror is inviting me.. Inviting me to enter to a utopia. But I ignored it, I don't like creepy stuffs like this in the first place.. a cold breeze passes by, blowing my pale blonde hair in the process. I was partly amazed but fear dominated my whole system. I could feel my knees are shaking while both of my palm started sweating intensely. My chartreuse colored eyes roamed around the dark room, the windows suddenly closed cause of the breeze encircling around the basement. Out of pure spite, I quickly stood up and rushed towards the door. As I went out, I immediately locked the door that leads to the basement cause of utter fear.
"Holy Mother of Feline! What was that?!" I exclaimed while walking backwards, staying away from the basement's door. Is this what they call witchcraft?! I.. I.. don't know.. I am confused and scared at the same time, as if I watched a horror movie based on a real story. Well.. I need fresh air... I went to the veranda and sat on the wooden chair.
Inhale.....
Exhale....
Phew.. I pinched my right cheek and slapped my left cheek to check if I'm dreaming or not, but sadly I am not dreaming at all.
This is reality, reality at its finest.
Reality where unfairness exists, where justification is simply satisfaction, where overlapping toxicity is seeping out from each one of us, reality that sometimes leave us scarred.
Everytime I think about reality, my mind simply went from zero to one hundred real quick. But who cares? I've built my own falsity, but it is not enough for me to cope up.
I've realized it's a bit late, hehehehehe I should go to sleep now. I walk inside and jump right into my bed, whaaaa... what a tiring afternoon. I want to take a nap.. just a short nap...
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Eh..? Why am I standing right in front of the mirror!? H-hey? What is happening? The world is distorting, no, it's reality... If it's the world the Earth should've exploded. The mirror suddenly cracked, the pieces slowly fell down. I was about to pick it up but it suddenly moved around me and formed into something grotesque that terrified me so badly.
"Pleasantries, Mademoiselle..." it spoke, it's voice was glitching, deep and something foreign at the same time. It's 'hand' moved slowly as if it's inviting me.
"Do you wish to escape reality?"
"NO—!" I suddenly woke up, I was covered in sweat, the image of the grotesque creature is still vivid, appearing in my mind.
Again, I am Endorra Ambrose, 17 years old, I regretted checking the basement.
This is where all of my adventures started.
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