I asked a very talented young lady to help get this story finished. I still think there’ll be some plot holes and some unresolved story threads that’ll need to be fixed. We’ll need to do some rewrites so the chapters are a uniform length. I don’t have to worry about this chapter, it’s 1094 words already.
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It was quiet in the brightly lit room so much that one could hear the dust shuffle in the stale air. An interrupting sun glided inside through a narrow row of windows and cascaded down a large, round mirror, which didn’t reflect anything back. In truth, the room gazed into the mirror, but the mirror didn’t gaze back – it was matte, an ashy fog draping over its smooth surface. A blue jay flew past the windows and descended toward one, landing on its stone ledge. It pecked its feathers clean bathing in the weak warmth of the sun and then began a low chirp. A sudden gust of wind overpowered the serenity of the rotund room and a tall construction in the middle of it, huffing and puffing, releasing clouds of vapor began rotating its seven circles, clicking them into a positing secured by brass locks. The wind swept the blue jay from its ledge and into the room. It chirped frantically batting its wings against the ominous current existing solemnly inside the transcendental stone area. A purple glow pierced by blood-red thorns began to swirl in the middle of the Portal as it burst open.
As Jarvis, Ceridwen and the Automaton stumbled through, the brass man falling to the ground in a spillage of blood and banged, old parts, the blue jay was sucked into the carnivorous whirlpool.
Ceridwen pulled herself away from Jarvis and stood above the Automaton. Malformed it was, but yet it was also a mirror image of her current visage – older, but the same heavy, brass vessel which she resided inside. She brought an automated hand to caress an automated face without any love or gentleness.
Jarvis sat upon a brass chair, ornamented as would fit a king. He stroked his white stricken beard, gazing into himself more than into the real world and the room.
“What happened there Jarvis, why did we flee? Snow was in my hands!”
“What happened there indeed, Ceridwen and no that is not a rhetorical question. How did Snow know where to look?”
Ceridwen was lost for words.
“Someone must have told her.”
“Someone?” Jarvis cocked his eyebrow. “Might it be you my Queen of Evil that did speak of our plans?”
“Why would I?”
“Sky would,” Jarvis hissed at her.
“What would I have to do with a silly little girl?” Ceridwen remembered the face of the young blond, a pretty face, though still pretty common, smeared, with the blood of her Tenyks.
Jarvis stood from his self-made throne and walked in front of the mirror, a second beholding himself before calling upon it.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall show me the Sky before them all.”