Part 8: Ashes in the Mirror .
The room was still.
Too still.
Lira sat on the cold floor, beside the man who had just fainted. His blood seeped slowly into her carpet, but her eyes weren't on him anymore.
They were locked on the mirror.
It hadn't been there a moment ago.
But now, it stood tall in the corner of the room — old, cracked, and humming softly.
Her fingers moved on their own, reaching out.
And as soon as her skin touched the glass,
> — flames erupted inside the mirror.
Not outside. Not in the room.
Inside the glass.
She saw herself — younger, 14 maybe — running through a burning house.
Screams in the background.
A woman — her mother — shouting her name.
> "Lira! Don't take the ring!"
But in the memory, Lira took it anyway.
She placed it around her neck, and that's when the fire exploded.
She gasped and fell back. The vision vanished.
> That wasn't a dream. That was a memory.
One she didn't remember having.
The ring around her neck pulsed again. Faster.
Hotter.
Suddenly —
The man on the floor groaned, eyes fluttering open.
> "You saw it, didn't you?"
he whispered.
"The mirror only shows the beginning."
Lira's voice trembled.
> "What did I start?"
He didn't answer.
He just looked at her — like someone who knew exactly what she was becoming.
> And maybe, deep down, she knew too.
She wasn't just remembering.
She was waking up.
To who she really was.
To what had been hidden.
To why Sijuki feared her.
And why he should.
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> 🔥 To be continued…
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