Adelaide nodded and replied, "you are to believe what you see in front of you."
"It is indeed beauty and grace, but the face we have is also a curse. Be very careful, Adelaide, for having to lose our memory of the present is dangerous. If you may regain your memories, then you'll have the choice to choose what path to take," the reflection finishes.
There's sadness in how her reflection spoke that made Thana feel an unnerving chill down her spine. And there's no more room nor time for her to ask what she meant with her sentences when the mirror starts disappearing to the ground, slowly without a sound.
White swirling clouds seem to suck the mirror to the ground, together with Thana's reflection in the mirror disappearing in a mist. Thana reaches both her hands forward to get a hold of the mirror before it sinks completely, losing the chance to know more.
"Be grateful for this second chance. We are bound to find what we deserve in the end," only the voice resounded in her surroundings.
However, Thana wasn't finished, nor was she satisfied with what her reflection had to say at the very end. It only sparked more curiosity within her. There are too many questions left unanswered, and the information she has gathered is inadequate. She's left unsatisfied, and it's bothering her to the core.
She begged and shouted, "wait- stop! Don't go yet; I'm not done with you. You cannot just leave!"
But it's too late, the mirror is gone within seconds, and she feels her vision becoming dim and hazy. Her head starts to spin in multiple directions. The sound of a ticking clock echoed in her ears and a deep, familiar voice of an old man saying, "times up for today's meeting."
"Otto, I'm going tear you apart when I see you," Thana cried.
She closes her eyes to free herself from the terrible spin that's making her feel lightheaded. Thana could only count to ten in her head to calm her beating heart, and when everything does, she opens her tightly sealed eyes once again.
Daylight. And back to reality.
It was through instinct that she sat straight up from bed with eyes wide open. Her cobalt orbs pooled with sudden unknown tears. Thana hectically looks around with a pounding heart to find herself in a different room. It's much smaller than where she first woke up and much emptier with only a couple of storage chests.
The room is dusty. Thana could see particles of it flying with the ray of sunlight passing through the small, cracked, and rectangular window. Thana wiped away the tears in her eyes and snapped her attention toward the closed, wooden door.
There seems to be a strong push feeling on her back that made Thana unknowingly slip out of the surprisingly comfortable bed with clean white sheets. The dream she had made a powerful impact for her to keep moving forward in this absolutely insane world she ended up in.
Despite having a heavy dream that continues to drill her head physically, she seems to have no pending questions in her mind about it now that she's awake. One thought came across her as soon as she had calmed herself by taking deep breaths, soothing her brief but painful headache and her heart.
She needed to keep herself together and find the first thing that she longed to hold.
A mirror.
And so, Thana hopped out of bed, gritting her teeth when she felt the slightly cold, smoothly cemented ground. She could not find any pair of shoes nor her clothing lying anywhere. Her nose crinkled when she gripped the skirt of the overly-sized nightgown she was wearing and lifted it above her knees to inspect it. The material seems to be pretty decent quality, but the style will never be her type.
Thana drops the dress that falls directly far below her knees together with the right sleeve sliding off, exposing her collar bone. She does not worry about her badly-picked clothing when a glinting bronze hand mirror lying on top of a dusty old dresser catches her attention.
Taking giant steps, she approached the dresser in a hurry. She grabbed the rounded mirror with an exquisite frame of elegant engravings and widened her eyes at her reflection.
She could only heave a sigh of disappointment to see the pair of cobalt eyes, short brunette hair, and the scars that held her past. Thana slams the mirror down, unsure of what she had expected to go as far as checking on her face as soon as she woke up.
There are many things that she should be concerned about rather than her appearance. The dream she had of possessing a beautiful face could mean nothing but an illusion of her hopes and dreams.
Dreams are bound to be crushed when it comes to her. Nothing in her entire life has she gone in the right direction. Her reality is far from friendly. She interminably makes enemies whichever path she takes.
In the corner of the dresser, she finds a note. Thana could have sworn that she never saw it there when she had first approached to grab the mirror. And being meddlesome with such itchy hands, she gets a hold of the paper with the ink hinting from the back.
'It's time to move on to the next step of your life. The first mission will be delivered to you soon.'
A brutally crumpled paper hits the ground in mere seconds after exposing the letter inside. Thana scoffed and folded her arms stubbornly. No matter how many light stomps she did with her foot on the ground to think, her mind seemed to be an empty desert.
There was a brief silence until she heard the sound of a door being unlocked, opened, and closed. Her eyes went round, she immediately grabbed the hideous brown shawl that laid on the wooden stool to wrap herself around it.
Thana wishes to confront the person that helped her and see where the tide takes her from there onwards. She is prepared to listen and to know what kind of world she will be surviving in.
And it's also crucial that she gains allies while she's here, carrying no knowledge and identity. But from what she could remember, her attitude was towards the kind woman that saved her; she could start shaking as her hands reached and touched the door handle.
Thana could only hope it was the woman she met and not her ridiculous, irksome son.