Sienna stood in the dimly lit chamber, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the smooth surface of the mirror. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t her own, at least not completely. It was distorted, warped by the magic that seemed to thrum beneath her skin, making her feel like she was trapped between two worlds. One foot in reality, the other slipping into the chaos she couldn't yet fully understand.
Her pulse quickened as a voice, cold and mocking, slithered into her thoughts. "You think you’re the first to wield such power? To be chosen by the Queen? You are nothing but a puppet.”
Sienna’s eyes snapped to the mirror, the reflection of her own face flickering like a candle flame caught in the wind. The edges of the glass rippled, as though the surface were alive, breathin
