Chapter 6

Esmia was trapped in a cage. She peered around to see her self in some dark throne room. She let her eyes adjust to the dark. She saw a jet black throne, with dark gray horns coming out of it. No one was sitting in the throne. Torches with blue flames hung on the wall. A red carpet was on the ground. The cage that with held Esmia was large and metal.

Esmia groaned "This feels too familiar!"

"It is familiar, isn't it?" said a male voice. Esmia looked around but saw nobody.

"Who's there!?" growled Esmia. Esmia then noticed the dark mirror above the throne.

"The voice came from the mirror," thought Esmia. She stared at it.

"Ah, Esmia, you seem bewildered. Don't worry though, I'll return you to your friends," said the Mirror.

"Well then? Let me out you dumb mirror!" yelled Esmia agitated. A laugh came from the mirror. It was a cold, evil laugh.

"Please, call me the Dark Mirror," It said.

"Ok, 'Dark Mirror' l-e-t m-e o-u-t!" spelled Esmia. Another laugh came from the Dark Mirror.

"Did I say YOU were going to be returned to your friends? Oh, darling, I meant the shadow version of you from the mirror is going to them, not you!" laughed the Dark Mirror evilly. Suddenly, a dark figure appears in the mirror and it comes out of it. The woman looked identical to Esmia.

"Hi, I'm Esmia," said the Woman. She smiled evilly. A portal is opened by the Mirror and she hops into it. The real Esmia screamed as the Dark Mirror floated over to her and absorbed her from inside the cage.

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"I can't believe you're the leader of the Realm of Dreams!" exclaimed Susie, her blood red hair flowing as she walked. Betty nodded. They were in a small town. A sign said: Banan.

"Banan, the parallel version of Plantain," Betty muttered to herself. "I wonder if there is a parallel version of Anna around here...or Esmia." Susie pointed to a bar. The sign above read: Verde Tavern. The bar was green on the outside, but the inside had brown, wooden walls. There was bar stools and a counter where a bartender stood. He appeared old, probably in his fifties. He had cold blue eyes and gray hair. He was tall. He wore a black shirt. No one else was there.

"Can I help you?" asked the man coldly.

"Yeah, I'd like a Blended Tropic. Thank you Bob," said Susie. Bob peered at Betty. Betty fidgeted uncomfortably.

"What would you like?" asked Bob coldly.

"I'll have them same...I guess," said Betty. Bob mixed up some fruits and what appeared to be vodka, into a blender. He poured some of the pinkish colored drink into two glasses and handed it to Betty and Susie. Betty took a gulp, but spit it back into the glass. Susie laughed and chugged it down in a minute. Bob looked annoyed at Betty.