I stared at the reflection once more, seeing the grin on it's side, but feeling the torment on my own. I raised the blade I so carefully kept on my person, to my outstretched arm. The distorted reflection kept turning, moving, morphing but still keeping it's eyes locked with me. I pressed the cold steel against my naked flesh by my wrist and sliced as deep as I could.
But no blood fell.
No pain was felt.
I was confused. I looked down at my wound but saw nothing. The blade had done nothing. Staring at my weapon I saw that it had rapidly begun to age. Rust swarmed over the steel like a plague until it dissolved into dust before my hand. It could not help me. It could not prevent the Alterations.
I moved my gaze back to my reflection to see it's ever widening smile. There was something in it's eyes however. Something dark. I shivered from a bolt of fear at it. With no weapon in my hand, I wondered at what to do to stop the Alteration. The frustration and worry made me clench my fists until they shook.
Unsure and confused as to the next course of action, I hastily chose to ram my fist against my enemy. It's grin wouldn't wear off, so I forced my pain unto it some more. Hit after hit I would resume, waiting for it to stop.
Finally it was I who did when I saw that the mirror was perfectly in tact and unharmed.
From blade to blunt force, the Alterations will be stopped.
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