The witch led them through the doorway and back into the main room of the shack. She slid the mirror across the floor until all could see into it. Carling looked at the darkened glass. At first, she could see nothing unusual. Her violet eyes were staring back at her, her lips pressed together in concern. Behind her stood Tandum, his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. Beside her stood Tibbals who was trying to fix an errant strand of hair. Then she noticed what was wrong. Hilgalda was not in the reflection.
Carling looked over at the witch, then back at the mirror. At the witch. Back at the mirror. Her chest tightened as she slowly shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s quite simple, really. This mirror reflects only the true you.”
“But...you are not there?”
“Exactly. The true Hilgalda has been lost for a very long time. I want her back.”
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