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[Alcor]

7th Day of Summer, 515 AV Alcor had heard whispers of odd things happening around the city, the most popular one involved doors spontaneously appearing out of nowhere. People would get sucked into these doors or monsters would be set free from where ever these doors led to. Considering that it wasn’t long ago that everyones personalities were reversed it was hard for the Etheafal to be skeptical, It became even harder once bizarre creatures taken directly from nightmares started to rampage the city. Alcor was thankful that the city was filled with capable warriors, but there was still an unsettling feeling in the back of Alcor’s mind that things were only going to get worse before they got better. The day had been fairly uneventful, Alcor had spent the day doing simple errands for his mentor. When he was finally left to his own devices, Alcor made a quick batch of soul mist and went on his usual hunt for ghosts in need for the remainder of Syna’s rein. However, every ghost he met had no interest in dealing with a novice Spiritist, or even a spiritist in general. After one ghost became verbally hostile before Alcor even got a chance to say hello, the spirtist knew today would be a lost cause. He spilled the vial of soul mist he hung around his neck into an empty ally way when no one was looking and headed back to his home in defeat. When Syna had said her final fair wells in a beautiful show of colour, The Ethaefal began to envelop in a soft glow before becoming his celestial form. His summer hair and horns were much darker than the other seasons he had experienced and made his unnatural stone like skin even more hauntingly pale. Despite the fact that he looked reminiscent of a ghost he felt a sudden vibrancy, and his slumped face lifted itself to one that looked far more content. The heavy storm clouds that plagued him all day were lifted and replaced with dreams of forgotten lives. One of these dreams had started to buzz around his head like an unwanted pest and he tried his best to ignore it. It was so vivid that Alcor could almost feel the heat and the dampness of a cloth he had pressed against the forehead of a sick Akalak boy. While he was trying to keep his mind focused on the present, he almost walked right into something. He looked up to find that a door had appeared in the middle of the street, and he knew it wasn’t there before. It had to be the strangest door Alcor had ever laid his eyes on, every single part of it was made of reflective surfaces with subtle cracks weaving throughout. Although it’s biggest oddity was that none of the shards of mirror reflected Alcor’s appearance, only a quilted person looked back and they mimicked his movements exactly. Before Alcor could think to escape he was pulled into the mirror buy his own distorted reflection. He fell to his knees from the force of the pull and when his eyes opened to look at the ground he noticed right away that it had become coated in mirror. He quickly looked up in horror to find that he was surrounded in tall jagged pillars of reflection. Alcors heart began to beat painfully in his chest as his mind raced to think of some way for him to escape from his newfound prison. The mirrors that surrounded him didn’t seem to follow any logic, None of them seemed to share his appearance but they all seemed familiar. Some of the people in the mirrors followed his actions while others played out completely different actions in completely different settings. One caught his attention right away, It was a middle aged human women sitting in a chair, softly dabbing a wet cloth onto the forehead of a sick Akalak boy. He wasn’t given the time to process this bizarrely familiar scene, before a noise startled him from behind. Alcor looked around to the source of this disturbance and saw a human male on the ground, or at least he was fairly certain it was. “..Are you real?” Alcor asked hesitantly, not knowing if this mystery person was just another refection or a possible threat.