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The enchanted mirror

In a quaint little town, **Liora**, a curious and adventurous young woman, stumbles upon an ancient mirror in a dusty antique shop. Intrigued by its ornate frame and mysterious aura, she brings it home, unaware of the magic it holds. One fateful night, the mirror reveals a glimpse into a fantastical realm called **Aetheria**, where magic thrives and danger lurks in every shadow. When a dark force known as the **Nightshade Sovereign** threatens to plunge Aetheria into eternal darkness, Liora finds herself drawn into the world beyond the mirror. Stepping through its surface, she discovers a land filled with enchanting creatures, vibrant landscapes, and allies who are fighting against the tyranny of the Nightshade Sovereign. Among them is **Thorne**, a brave warrior with secrets of his own, who becomes both her guide and her friend. As Liora navigates this new world, she learns that she is part of an ancient prophecy destined to confront the Nightshade Sovereign. With the help of her newfound allies, she embarks on a perilous quest to gather powerful artifacts, face treacherous trials, and uncover the truth about her own hidden powers. Along the way, she must confront betrayal, forge unbreakable bonds, and discover the strength of love and friendship. As the final battle looms, Liora must make a choice that will determine the fate of Aetheria and her own world. Will she rise to the challenge and embrace her destiny, or will darkness prevail? **"The Enchanted Mirror"** is a tale of courage, self-discovery, and the enduring power of hope, reminding us that even the smallest spark can illuminate the darkest of nights.
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Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 34K Views
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