At least that was what I thought. I think I might have overestimated my guess a little too much.
The diary was a bomb. And I didn't even get a wink of sleep.
Another dimension? Spells? Magic? What on earth did I just read?
At first, the diary was about her regrets that she never told me about. Slowly the ride kept on twisting and twisting. Here I am, sitting on the dining table with a cup of tea if that can knock any sense to me.
According to her, she came to this world with my baby mother. Reasons not mentioned. Because of mother, she didn't return. Her plan was to return with me.
I assume this is what she wanted to talk about all those months ago.
I sip on the hot liquid. Tea in the morning and coffee for the cold weathers. I read the page again. Everything was written in Roran, along with another language that doesn't have a name. Or I didn't know of.
It is a spell.
A spell to open the connection to the dimension that we 'belong to'.
They are false. I know they are. They have to be.
Yet an annoying part of my brain chants otherwise. They are true. And they are the answers to your strange incidents.
Should I try it? I look outside the window. There is a good amount of distance between me and the distance. Nobody will know what the sorcery I am doing unless they are really keen and persistent. I hope they are not.
I read the brief list for the 'recipe'
Own blood (5mL),
4 no. potion (In the study),
Fresh flowers: Choose only one option
And some other necessities like brush, mirror and so on and so fourth. The flower options are odd. I don't think I can find any roses in the shop. It is not the right season. Bluebells are out of the question.
I better go and watch the flower shop closely. There is no way I am cutting my hand for this uncertainty. I might summon a demon. Better go to the clinic.
Quickly jumping on my feet, I get ready for my flower hunt while making a mental schedule of my day.
***
"I am home." whom am I even greeting in this barren house again?
The rain started when I was just a few steps away from the door. Damn, my coat is now wet. it will be damp for a few days. How did grandma dry her clothes?
I put the bunch of Azalea on the side table beside the door. It was a new edition to the shop and I couldn't resist these pink beauties. I don't need much, just 5 or 6? How many was it again?
Oh, like I care. I can keep them even if the 'spell' fails which I am 78% sure it will. The rest 22% are just my silly mind fantasising.
Drawing blood was not much of a problem. Nurse didn't even spare me a second glance.
I walk over to grandma's study. The 22% pushing all my limits to hurry up and test it out. I do love to daydream. Perhaps that is why I chose literature in the first place. Oh, I was eager in finding the Roran language too. Guess that flopped.
Just as I remember, the oval mirror is there, with tons of dusts and spider cobs too. I should clean up. But first, let's test the spell.
I follow the direction. The result is a thick reddish black liquid. I cringe. It's not like I am afraid of the sight of blood. I am just not too fond of watching it either.
The next step, draw the pattern. It was a diamond shape with lots of lines going through and out. I cheated a little. I used a ruler. I must say, I am not that good of an artist and I don't want to mess this up and get teleported to the wrong place. I hope grandma was from a good place.
Then, the flowers. I pick 5 Azalea, place them one by one on five points mentioned in the diary. It says to make the mirror stand. I do as instructed. The thick mixture holding the flowers in places.
And finally, the spell. You only have to say it once. I stand before the mirror that is almost the same sized as me, only a little short. I recite the strange words.
<< I, therefore, offer my mana to connect this place to the other end and let the mirror guide us to the other end of the loop>>
Nothing happens. I don't feel anything. Like I knew nothing was gonna happen. Why waste my adrenaline? I sigh and look at the book. I don't think I missed any step. I should really limit my fantasy.
I look back and gasp. Where my reflection? No, actually, the mirror is not reflecting anything of this room. There is a whole different room on the mirror. A stand there, mouth agape. I cannot process. This is sinister, terrific and exciting.
Someone comes before the mirror. The person has his back towards the mirror. But that board shoulder, definitely a male. I didn't even notice when I slowly itched towards. I touch the rind.
I want to go. I want to see on the other side. What more is the world going to offer me?
I lift myself and push my body through the solid surface. I am now half in my dimension, and half on the other dimension. The other part felt so real.
Suddenly, the air there changes. I don't know what, but I can feel it. The air turns into strong wind and the boy turns around.
I meet the strangest eye color in my entire life. They were pink. They remind me of the Azaleas I bought earlier.
They are wide, probably in shock. Not that I am not.
But what shocked me the most is the next move.
He stumbles back and hits the desk while his hand moves in a motion as if he were throwing water at me in a pool. I would have laughed if that gesture didn't send me flying towards the direction I came from.
I collide with the door in my grandma's study. The force almost made the mirror fall. I quickly catch the rind and make it steady while taking big breaths.
My heart beat is crazy and I look inside the mirror.
He is still there, watching me with the same curiosity as mine.