You know, there was a man once who found me quite on accident whilst mumbling and stuttering like a fool. I had somehow ended up quite far away from where I had once been, in a manor in an island where the old rains I once knew fell hot and wet and where there were people of a color I had not seen in centuries. He was no nobleman and I could tell ( Read more... )

The thoughts, dreams, desires, wants, lusts, loves and losses of the ones who were not meant to find me.

Those who search me out seem to have a predisposition; they expect things. Want things. Seem to discover that even when they are not being false to themselves and to my surface, that nothing reaches down into their soul and tugs enough to make ( Read more... )

In the time of Merlin, when all had gone awry with King Ryence and his company, I was created to perhaps try to repair the damage of that first mirror, and redeem the forsight of that great wizard. I was molded from the shards of King Ryence's anger and when the newly cooled reflective glass was laid into my golden filigree, I shone ( Read more... )