#HoM Orobas

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A broken mirror for a broken future

Characters: Dahlia Wolfe, Orobas, mentioned Ambrose Wolfe

Story: Heir of Magic

TW: mention and (not detailed or gorey) description of character death

WC: 406

Dahlia freezes the moment she sees it. A broken mirror. It's old, and has clearly been broken for a long time, yet no one has thrown it out, or dared to clean the pieces it left on the ground.

She might be in an old, rarely used part of the palace, but that doesn't mean no one ever comes here.

It's odd.

She carefully moves closer, trying her hardest not to step on any shards. There's no real reason for it; she's wearing good shoes, and no one is around to hear it. Yet, she feels like something will go horribly wrong if she steps on one.

She can see sort of see flashes of herself in the broken mirror as she's approaching, although she doesn't pay that any attention, but strangely enough she can't see her reflection at all in the shards on the ground. Like she isn't even there.

Only when she finally stands in front of it does she look up, and immediately wishes she hadn't seen the mirror in the first place.

She doesn't see just herself in it, but also Ambrose. He looks older than the last time she saw him, some six years ago. He's taller than her, now.

That's not the worst of it, though.

It's hard to get a good picture of the whole scene, with the mirror missing so many shards, but the mirror Dahlia isn't properly facing the mirror. Ambrose is right behind her, hissing something into her ear, and a sword is sticking out of her chest. The hatred is clear in Ambrose's eyes, and Dahlia can't stop herself from taking a step back.

The moment she does, warm arms wrap around her, and the scene disappears, finally letting her look at her actual reflection, Orobas right behind her with a worried look on his face.

"You weren't responding to me at all..." He softly whispers, voice shaking, arms tightening around her. "The mirror had you in its thrall."

"What... What was that? What did I just see?" She turns so she can stop looking at the mirror, afraid it will show her something even worse.

"It's... One of many possible futures. Before it broke, it showed the most likely. Now, it shows the worst. What did it show you?"

"... Ambrose."

"Your brother? What about him?" He is Orobas' brother too, but she doesn't point it out.

"He, uh. He. Killed me. I think."

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A broken mirror for a broken future

Original post August 19th, 2023 (x)

Dahlia freezes the moment she sees it. A broken mirror. It’s old, and has clearly been broken for a long time, yet no one has thrown it out, or dared to clean the pieces it left on the ground.

She might be in an old, rarely used part of the palace, but that doesn’t mean no one ever comes here.

It’s odd.

She carefully moves closer, trying her hardest not to step on any shards. There’s no real reason for it; she’s wearing good shoes, and no one is around to hear it. Yet, she feels like something will go horribly wrong if she steps on one.

She can see sort of see flashes of herself in the broken mirror as she’s approaching, although she doesn’t pay that any attention, but strangely enough she can’t see her reflection at all in the shards on the ground. Like she isn’t even there.

Only when she finally stands in front of it does she look up, and immediately wishes she hadn’t seen the mirror in the first place.

She doesn’t see just herself in it, but also Ambrose. He looks older than the last time she saw him, some six years ago. He’s taller than her, now.

That’s not the worst of it, though.

It’s hard to get a good picture of the whole scene, with the mirror missing so many shards, but the mirror Dahlia isn’t properly facing the mirror. Ambrose is right behind her, hissing something into her ear, and a sword is sticking out of her chest. The hatred is clear in Ambrose’s eyes, and Dahlia can’t stop herself from taking a step back.

The moment she does, warm arms wrap around her, and the scene disappears, finally letting her look at her actual reflection, Orobas right behind her with a worried look on his face.

“You weren’t responding to me at all…” He softly whispers, voice shaking, arms tightening around her. “The mirror had you in its thrall.”

“What… What was that? What did I just see?” She turns so she can stop looking at the mirror, afraid it will show her something even worse.

“It’s… One of many possible futures. Before it broke, it showed the most likely. Now, it shows the worst. What did it show you?”

“… Ambrose.”

“Your brother? What about him?” He is Orobas’ brother too, but she doesn’t point it out.

“He, uh. He. Killed me. I think.”