Mirrored
Darkness is common. We have no interest in the world around us . We live in a dark age, in which our leader controls. He is the ruler, us the slaves. We have no control.
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From the day I was born, I was an outcast.
Unlike the mindless slaves that were other people, I was born aware. Aware of the surrounding world, the dreary world I was born in. My large blue eyes searching the black, lightless ones of others. I was always the curious one, wandering around, crawling into new mysteries. This led to my downfall.
Others had no interest in me, just emotionlessly passed me by. They had no soul. They were merely tools of "Master" as they called him.
I called him Sir Fat Bum. Hey, he has a rear end of an elephant!
But only have I heard of a few, those who were not the mindless droids of Sir Fat Bum, only to be put to death immediately or disposed of another way. The only one known to live was Sir Fat Bum's son himself, though the details of this other being was obscured by the uncaring of the people in this dark land.
Since I wasn't born practically programmed, I was free to do what I wished. I spent my days curiously exploring all the wonders life had to offer. That was when I came across that.
A mirror.
Master had long ago forbidden these for his own selfish reasons. (Probably got tired of staring at his own fat bum!) This was a rarity. A legendary item only mentioned in books left in the old library.
Surprised at my new finding, I crept closer, curiously staring at the surface.
So shiny...
I rested my hand on the cool glass, and peered closer. A pair of sea blue eyes met my own. I leaned closer to my reflection, my nose touching the mirror. I expected to feel a shock of cold, but..
I didn't.
Instead, I felt the warm nose of another. Shocked, I quickly backed away from the mirror. I looked back at the mirror, expecting to see my blue eyes, long brown hair, and dainty features, but someone else stared back at me.
A boy.
A boy that looked like me.
His eyes looked into my own, and he reached out to me, eyes begging for another being.
I was absolutely stunned. Not only was a fifteen-year old boy staring back at me, but he also moved on his own.
Scared, I quickly backed up a far distance away, and ran away.
Far, far away from this boy. Far away from this mirror.
Far away from another part of myself.
I had vowed never to return to this mirror. But I broke my own promise. My thoughts often wandered back to him, before I shook the thought out. No. I would never return.
Yes, I would. I would forget about him.
No, I wouldn't. I would dismiss it as an illusion.
No. It was real.
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From the day I was born, I was an outcast.
Unlike the mindless slaves that were other people, I was born aware. Aware of the surrounding world, the dreary world I was born in. My large blue eyes searching the black, lightless ones of others. I was always the curious one, wandering around, crawling into new mysteries. This led to my downfall.
Others had no interest in me, just emotionlessly passed me by. They had no soul. They were merely tools of "Master" as they called him.
I called him Sir Fat Bum. Hey, he has a rear end of an elephant!
But only have I heard of a few, those who were not the mindless droids of Sir Fat Bum, only to be put to death immediately or disposed of another way. The only one known to live was Sir Fat Bum's son himself, though the details of this other being was obscured by the uncaring of the people in this dark land.
Since I wasn't born practically programmed, I was free to do what I wished. I spent my days curiously exploring all the wonders life had to offer. That was when I came across that.
A mirror.
Master had long ago forbidden these for his own selfish reasons. (Probably got tired of staring at his own fat bum!) This was a rarity. A legendary item only mentioned in books left in the old library.
Surprised at my new finding, I crept closer, curiously staring at the surface.
So shiny...
I rested my hand on the cool glass, and peered closer. A pair of sea blue eyes met my own. I leaned closer to my reflection, my nose touching the mirror. I expected to feel a shock of cold, but..
I didn't.
Instead, I felt the warm nose of another. Shocked, I quickly backed away from the mirror. I looked back at the mirror, expecting to see my blue eyes, long brown hair, and dainty features, but someone else stared back at me.
A boy.
A boy that looked like me.
His eyes looked into my own, and he reached out to me, eyes begging for another being.
I was absolutely stunned. Not only was a fifteen-year old boy staring back at me, but he also moved on his own.
Scared, I quickly backed up a far distance away, and ran away.
Far, far away from this boy. Far away from this mirror.
Far away from another part of myself.
I had vowed never to return to this mirror. But I broke my own promise. My thoughts often wandered back to him, before I shook the thought out. No. I would never return.
Yes, I would. I would forget about him.
No, I wouldn't. I would dismiss it as an illusion.
No. It was real.
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