Aiane carried the mirror through the mist, intent on what was swirling within it rather than where she was going. She dressed in all black, but not because she was wicked. Rather, it was in disguise. Her magic was powerful and there were many who would take advantage and use it for evil. Wearing the black let her practice freely, as she wished, yielding to neither the good nor the bad.
An unidentified noise from the mist caused her to clutch the mirror closer, yet not too close. She did not want to be sucked in. She must be wary of another who wanted the looking glass. He would have no qualms sending her within the whirling abyss of the glass. He had sent others through it, most recently her children, the fairies. They were not really her children, but they looked to her to lead them and protect them. She had failed them once, but she would not fail them again.
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