[Mirror Me Series Book 1]
Hope Martinez was taught to fear her reflection, but the magical world on the other side is too tempting. Descended from those who can use mirrors as weapons, Hope has many dangers to face if she wants to get home before a...
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I expected the fall through the mirror to be the same as before, but instead of a vast ocean, Owen and I were swept into a tunnel of mirrors. Each mirror beheld a different shape, size, and within, a scenery to somewhere else. From mountains with snow spotted sides to grand cities with castles, every image we passed felt like peeking through a window. Just as I felt one of these thousands of windows would be our stop, an unsettling jolt would hurl us towards another in an ever tightening vortex. By now the mirrors began to bend and fold in ways water moved, rippling light across our skin.
"So it's true!" yelled Owen glancing around at the swirl of confusing images. "You are... a Mirrorbender!" He looked at me in astonishment, his eyes studying every corner of my face.
"A what?," I cried, spitting the hair out of my mouth.
"I said... you're... a...Mirror–," Owen yelled again.
"A mirror what?" I shouted. "I can't hear you! It seems to be getting louder in here!"
Indeed it was. A derailed train skidding along its tracks would have been quieter than the whirlwind that gust into my ears. Suddenly there came a final jolt, and we surged towards a small misshapen image of a bright blue sky. I extended my hand out from Owen's waist, far enough to break the veil between that place and this one. My fingers emerged into a chilly windswept landscape and like a vacuum sucking air out of a tube, Owen and I flung upward from this mysterious place of swirling images and landed against a golden field of wheat and soft patterned dirt. I glanced over my shoulder spying a small water puddle ripple until it became still as glass. There was no doubt we had exited from there. But how?
The wind whistled around us creating waves in the tall grass, and the large fluffy clouds above shifted calmly across the sky as though the unlikely event of two people leaping out from a puddle was no big deal. For a moment the two of us laid there, our hearts racing and limbs shaking. We slowly and achingly rose to our feet. My nose caught the smell of sticks and mud as the moist chilly air shook me to my core. Owen stared at me with a look of bewilderment. The same gaze a child might observe a magician on TV and believe wholeheartedly that magic was not a trick, but real.
"We made it out of the Vaulted River," he whispered, clutching his chest. He glanced over the tops of the grass at the distant horizon. "And we scryed half a world away." Owen jumped with jubilation. "Take that Desire! Ah ha!"
"This is not a time for celebration!" I cried, stomping my foot. "I demand to know what just happened and where you have taken me. Explain yourself!"
"Whoa, calm down. This is where you took us. I had nothing to do with what just happened."
"What are you talking about?"
Owen rolled his eyes and twirled in a circle with his arms outstretched. "You seriously have no idea what you did?" I shook my head. "Wow." He slammed his arms to his side. "A Mirrorbender who has no idea what she is doing. That's the first for the history books."
