In the top floor of the beautifully crafted three-story wood and brick home, which sat deep in the forest away from most of civilization that she knew of, Brynn stood in front of the tall mirror which was situated in the corner of her large bed chamber. Her head tilted slightly, the woman stared blankly at a naked body whose reflection showed prominent facial features, bright emerald eyes, shoulder-length dark hair, a petite frame, and smooth olive skin which she’d quite ignored in her otherwise day-to-day busy life of doing nothing all that important. Outward, she had the visage and physical appearance of one who could be no more older than in her late-twenties, and yet the reality was far from that as even an aging spell can’t fix [i]everything[/i]. The years seemed to fly by, even for one who has lived an infinite number of lives, and yet a lot hasn’t changed. However, what became more noticeable as time went on, was the fact that her mind was feeling the affects like slowly fading color pigment from a painted canvas exposed to the light. It saddened her at that moment of realization, that at some point in her long life, she could very well become a hollow representation of the person she knew.

[i]If they only knew me for who I am, rather than what they think I am.[/i]

The woman mused, as she stepped away from the mirror and headed to the other side of the room, rummaging through her clothes in the cluttered walk-in closet, the many dresses, corsets, leggings, shoes, and myriad of miscellaneous things hung and stored away in its proper place as she does each and every evening. Brynn pulled a long, elegant, flowy plumb-colored nightgown from the hanger, and slipped it over her body, allowing the lacey material to caress her features as the hem landed at her toes. Her attention turned to the window which looked out into the night, the vast garden, and the clear lake beyond that, her eyes eventually fixating on the fountain in the center of the body of water. She most enjoyed her morning swims, and the opportunity to watch as the sun itself rose above the horizon line, casting it’s warm glow onto her face, reminding her that there is always another day to live for.

She was suddenly pulled from her reverie by an usual feeling, as though something was quite off about her surroundings, by beyond that, further below her. Perhaps the second floor? No, the first? Brynn narrowed her eyes as she thought for a moment, wondering if she was already going mad, but in that moment, she headed out of her room and down the staircase, carrying with her a three-pointed candelabra, which illuminated the way with a magical blue flame.

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