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01-16-2013, 01:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-19-2013, 10:44 AM by Frost Fyre.)
Although I didn't know what it came for on as soon as . loud crack rung through the air I raced to see what had happened. What was that? Myrddin and another had already come. With brave words I spoke, the slightest hint of worry in my tone."What has happened? Why has the mirror cracked?"I stare at the cracked almost liquid- like surface. Murdering bent down on one knee, groaning as his old body seemed to take rebellion against his action. He stooped his head down, letting his one twisted horn pierce the surface of the mirror. What's he even doing? I watch in wonder, wondering what this old grey stallion was doing to the mirror. I watch intently, my small cloven hooves taking me over the rocks, and closer to Myrddin. I stick my little black muzzle out, looking into the mirror with my green orbs. Was I supposed to see something? All I saw was my reflection, staring back at me. An Arabian- like face, green pools. Bay roan coat. A small crystal bump whereupon should growing in. Nothing out of the ordinary. I turn to look at Myrddin, his reflection was normal too.
I stared, puzzled at what Myrddin was doing. Was he trying to look within the shattered mirror? I still don't know. I peer into the shiny reflective surface once again. Nothing had happened. I was about to scream out in frustration. What was I even bothering? I stare at the other stallion, his horn curled in a strange way. I stared at him, my green pools focused on him. I turn back to Myrddin, wondering what he was doing, or trying to do at least.
I stared, puzzled at what Myrddin was doing. Was he trying to look within the shattered mirror? I still don't know. I peer into the shiny reflective surface once again. Nothing had happened. I was about to scream out in frustration. What was I even bothering? I stare at the other stallion, his horn curled in a strange way. I stared at him, my green pools focused on him. I turn back to Myrddin, wondering what he was doing, or trying to do at least.
