I looked around at the mirrors surrounding me. I’m alone. Always alone to be the only witness of the destruction that I know will play in these mirrors.
I stared at my reflection, and my heart started racing as I thought of the last show I watched in those mirrors. If my family is getting attacked, I need to figure out who’s behind it. Who are the blurred images?
I waited for what felt like an eternity. My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time.
It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent.
Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, bu
