The Deity of Change and New Beginnings

'Oh my, this is the problem with children nowadays. You are all so skeptical and lack faith!'

What is this weird woman spouting about?

Isn't it just right to be skeptical about someone whom you haven't known for a long time? Not to mention someone whom you only met in your dreams just yesterday, and now even in your waking moments.

'Elizabeth Ainsworth, rather, Elizabeth Jennings! I can hear everything your little brain thinks of.' She said with slight annoyance in her voice.

She released a heavy sigh and smoke came out of her mouth. The clouds that formed reminded me of winter season, the icy cold weather that seeps into your bones. She positioned her hands on her hips like a haughty model.

'You know Lizzie, I am actually not allowed to say this because I had a deal with –', she started to say but immediately cut-off her thought mid-sentence. 'Oh no, I almost said it.'

I gave her a long questioning look and crossed my arms.

"You can't just go on telling me things and leave me hanging with half-finished sentences!" I whispered at her reflection.

She hopped with her bare feet, playful and peculiar as she was. I turned around to check again and there was absolutely no one else beside me and Ali who was still inside one of the cubicles.

However, when I looked back the mirror, her reflection stared at me in a curious manner.

I started to rummage through the backpack I carried and searched for anything that I could change into. There wasn't much that was left to my taste in this collection.

Too flimsy, too short, has holes, all strings, see-through.

'You can ask to borrow shirts from the boys you know.' She whispered in my ear.

When I looked at the mirror, she was actually beside me now and had started to play with my damp hair. 'Ask Sebastian Michaelis.'

"Why am I seeing you? Most importantly, who are you to suggest I ask for a shirt from the reincarnation of the man who betrayed me?" I hissed at her.

'Oh riiiight, I forgot to tell you who I am, my bad.' Silver glitters surrounded her and she twirled to change her long white gown into what looked like a bohemian maxi dress.

She curtsied and waved her hands in a grand gesture. The dahlias in her head still beautifully decorated. She looked so eerily beautiful and magical.

'I am Juno, the deity of change and new beginnings. A big sacrifice was made so you could be reincarnated into this lifetime. In exchange, you are tasked to do accomplish important things.' She said with a soft, mysterious smile.

"What are you trying to say to me? Was it you who brought my consciousness into this weird age?" I asked her as I clutched my chest, dumbfounded that someone like her actually existed.

I was devoted to my Puritan religion up until the day I had died in the hands of the same people that preached goodness. I did not imagine that magic really existed and deities held power over life and death.

'Oh no, dearie. I am not the omnipotent. I am only someone with enough magic to help those who are deserving.' Juno said as she paced in figures of eight. She was still barefoot and her taps sounded so real.

'You must believe that I am real or else the sacrifices of love will all go to vain.'

"Am I going crazy?" I asked myself.

"Lizzie, who are you talking to?"

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Ali speak at the back where the cubicles had been. She had already changed into dry clothes and her nearly dry blonde waves were tied up into a ponytail.

Juno was still visible in the mirror and she walked past Ali like a ghost. Her body turned to smoke and she held a finger to her lips as if to shush me and winked.

'Go where lost angels reside, sweet love.' Juno said as she slowly faded into nothingness. 'You will know who the blind seer is for you will feel it, just like how you felt the storm brewing in the distance.'

"Lizzie? Are you alright?" Ali had crossed her arms in a contemplating manner, like she was utterly perplexed with why I was just standing in front of the mirror.

She probably thought I was crazy when all she could see was that I had talked with my own reflection.

"Change your wet clothes, Lizzie. You'll get a cold with what you are doing." Ali chastised me as she checked herself in the full-sized mirror near the door.

"Uh, yeah I surely will." I said after a long pause. "Just got confused what to wear, all of the things in this bag are not to my taste."

"Why would you say that, girl? You picked and packed them yourself, right?" she raised a questioning blonde brow at me. Her blue eyes spelled utter confusion by my words.

I scrambled for anything that could pass as decent that was left and decided to wear the turtleneck blouse and some other pair of high-waisted tattered jeans. I really don't understand the waste of such good fabric by tearing it apart.

Fashion has gotten really wild after several centuries had passed.

I grabbed some new underwear as well and quickly changed in one of the cubicles. When I was almost done, I heard the girls chatter outside and the boys had obviously been done way before they had been.

As I stepped into the lobby of the cafe, the skies had already started to clear outside. The boys and girls had huddled together in one big round table as they sipped hot coffee.

"Lizzie! What took you so long-" Becky waved at me and suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her jaw dropped in an exaggerated manner and I had to close it for her as I sat beside them.

"You look like a fish out of water, Becky." I joked.

Nobody laughed and when I turned my head towards the others, everybody had the same expression Becky had. Bash was the only one who didn't stare and had his attention to his phone.

He seemed uninterested and aloof.

"Why? Is something wrong?" I asked them. Well, technically everything is wrong with me right now. Did I even need to ask them?

"It's nothing Lizzie. It's just that… well… you look different." Suzy noted as she pointed her painted nail from my head to toe.

I couldn't help but scoff. Suzy, if I was to be honest my whole self was different.

I came from the year 1692!