3. "Reveal to Me"

There was a mirror in the room. It's smooth, ripple-less surface was framed by a dark, ancient wood. The image reflected was one she didn't recognize. A pale face; long, dark hair; green eyes behind black, square frames; but where was the bright spot? Where was the familiar green sparkle hanging on a crecent around her neck? Then, she remembered. Blue hands. Electric blue hands agaisn the black room. She closed her eyes. She couldn't breathe. Darkness. No blue light. Safety. She opened her eyes. A blanched face stared out from the glass. No moon. No emerald. No Stone. She let the curtain fall.