Hello again, my old friend… The first of winter, five-hundred and eleven years after the Valterrian… From the streets of Alvadas into the House of Broken Mirrors… *** “In my years here, in Alvadas, oh city of secrets, only once had I seen the inside of that complex. A rite of passage indeed, it is, one I feel I have yet to overcome. It was perhaps a decade ago, I decided to settle myself down and enjoy life a while. I remember – I remember crossing the maw, you could imagine the teeth of the world then gapping up at you, as if to swallow you up. It was a fascinating thing, really, I-I think they had a wider boundary then. I’m truly unaware. And across the bridge I went, seeing not too far off a plaza of some several hundred feet wide. To the north there was catastrophe and to the south calamity, again, simply magnificent. There was the spice right there, ah yes, Alvadas…city of illusion. “I crossed the way, over there, you see, an came to the front. They call it the ‘Sanity Center’, you know? I said I would like to settle here in Alvadas. I was truly calm about it too, not overly worrisome or such and such. The woman there, Ms. Berel, bless her heart… She has the sweetest voice I’ve heard in many years. I went in and she smiled, I smiled back, and we talked some. She asked, ‘What brings you to Alvadas?’ and I answered, ‘I am tired and need to rest.’ She laughed, you see, I am an old man, very old, and –ah – I was old then too. My beard was not quite so powdery, but you knew from the look of me I had seen my years. She was a young thing, truly a belle. And she smiled warmly and showed me some pictures or something, out the window, you know, and I found a lovely little cottage somewhere around here, and she sold it to me. She had me the moment I set my eyes on the place, I assure you, and it’s quite suiting. A lovely old thing, sometimes, and you can always expect some surprise when you get in. You know how close it is, to that place? I almost always find it with ease, and then the inside seems all ship-shape, but that corner. You never know what lurks in that corner. “And on my way to my new home, key in hand, I saw it. It was strangely seductive. You knew there was someone inside, watching you with a sweet smile hiding bloodied fangs. I was a bit more adventurous I admit, naïve is a better choice of words to be truly honest. I dared toward it, receiving stares along my path, thinking nothing of them. I’d stare too with some new man walking my street, sword at his side. I read the sign at the front, right over there. See it? I laughed, and checked my back as people kept walking forward. I took my hand, just like this, and I latched hold of the handle. I then turned it… I turned it… Pardon my manners, it just… I grabbed the knob, and when I turned it, it did turn with such ease. Like, like someone was behind it turning it for me. I pushed forward with my head, a stubborn old rock I tell ye’, and let the door loose. “Inside, there is a hall, and down that hall you will find more halls, and doors. And down that hall that goes onto a hall and those doors that lead to more halls and doors you will find the root of its name, that House of Mirrors, many mirrors. Broken mirrors, indeed, for when you look into them… You see things, you see. I walked down the main hall; glancing to my side I saw the infinite reflections making a hall of themselves. Like this, when I cross my fingers, and it would go on and on into the world beyond ours. I saw myself walk by each time to the next set of mirrors, and I would stop to gaze at myself. I looked a bit better than this I can tell you. But I looked, and somewhere down that reflective hall I heard some faint echoing, and I… I saw things move in darkness. I was terrified, truth be told, and I had jumped when I first caught sight. I looked back and saw the hall empty, and dark. “I turned around to the other mirror, and saw nothing reflecting back, but myself that is and the reflection of a reflection of a reflection… Infinity, I saw infinity. I wish I would be able to grasp something like that, place my palm like so and leach forth the power of that world so alike mine. But I didn’t and looked down the hall where I was going, or at least the way I thought I was, and saw an end that had not been there. It was quiet, my own heart was pulsing into my throat by now, I am honest to this. Men get scared, and do not let them tell you otherwise. I saw myself standing there, at the far end. I was smiling then, with my sword at my side, hand fastened on the hilt ready to take the life of anything that should leap out for me. I thought bandits might dwell there, with trickery beyond our knowing. I adjusted myself so and with my stare looked back into my eyes in some finite reflection, the door behind me. I was smiling. “I was smiling with my old teeth and lips at a slant, and gazing bad with that mad look. It was something which always made me smile more, and I did smile, and in that mirror my smile faded. I looked on smiling a moment before I realized I had stopped smiling. And as then my smile faded, mine had also dared to bare my teeth once more. I felt my skin go cold, and my lips loosen from such a thing. I stared gravely to my reflection who smiled to fiercely at me. He had some extreme voracity about him. I stared more, lost for thought or words. He stared back, his eyes looking into mine and mine into his. He smiled, and went blank, and smiled again. He let loose his smile once more, and then smiled again. I stared back. He didn’t smile after that, but rather looked back to me as gravely. I saw his eyes receded into darkness as harmful thoughts entered his mind. I gripped my hilt tighter, and so did he. “ With sword in hand, I stepped back, and he stood there, gravely gazing at me. I must have taken many steps to reach that point, but fewer to escape. I reached back for the handle where I had left it, and far into the hall, I still saw him looking back at me. I opened the door, no, flung it forth, and stepped back where I fell. I fell back the few steps that it took to enter the home and on my back looked into the house still. It was too dark to see inside. The door was pulled shut in front of me as well, and slid shut as I fell. it must have loose hinges, for it did slam, I swear it. “I sat up and then stood, key in my pocket I was sure. No one in the street looked at me oddly or asked of my well being. My face was shot blank with astonishment. As I got back on my feet I saw her look over from the Sanity Center, Ms. Berel, through one of those large, moss framed windows. She looked sad, somewhat disappointed. I had the nerve to shut my jaw which hung so loose at the time, to some respect. With a nod, and tip of my hat, I kept walking, looking for the image I had seen to find my new home, my new humble abode. It was down past the corner of a corner or some corner, its dark, brick structure with a firm door and door handle! I twisted the key after I did insert it and entered that house where I have lived in for some many years. “I never really understood why she had given me that look, but now I think I do. I had wondered why she did not come across as concerned, but rather filled with sadness, and perhaps a bit of resentment. Do you believe in secrets? I do, and I believe we need to find them, find answers… You see secrets in that house, secrets of us more than any. Perhaps the stalwart can find greater treasures within. There was a secret I had seen when I entered that house years ago, and I’ll be damned if I do not find it now.” |