"There's no where left to hide. Once he finds us, there is no chance of Ambrosia ever coming back."
 "Hush, by brothers, my sisters! Hush, there is one way!"
 "Blasphemy! What way? What way?!" 
 "Hush, there is one, let us take our conflict straight to the source."

(Hope that doesnt mess up whatever you are planning)
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 For that moment, there was sweetness in watching the little boy draw back from the mirror straight into his waking brother who just as wide eyed stared at his own unblinking reflection. Hiding behind his brother, he peeked over his shoulder at the strange mimicking creature then glanced up at his Father and reached up as if asking for him to come and protect them from the violet eyed creatures. As if complying, he sat down on the edge of the bed, hiding their view off of the mirror as he picked up Skylark and cradled the young dragon against his chest, "Sleep well, my little ones? Hush now, no need to be afraid anymore. No need.."

 He gathered up Sleipnir as well and hugged the both of them against his chest, staring at the wall behind them. For the briefest moment, he was sure he saw a flash of gold in his reflection's eyes and maybe there was, maybe that was another hallucination because he didn't know that dragon anymore. He only saw a king there, someone that deserved to be happy, someone with all the power, all that he needed to...with one condition. Yes, he remembered.

 "Are you hungry?" He asked softly, lifting them off the bed, "I'm sure you are, have you even eaten a proper meal before? No, of course not...you wouldn't know. They wouldn't know how to treat young ones like you both correctly. Come now, there's a real bath prepared for the both of you and a proper meal." He murmured as the door slid open at his approach, revealing the long tube like hallway. The walls seemed smooth and transparent, but blocked by segmented sections of pipe outside the wall. He led them down the short corridor, then another until they came across a much larger silver door tightly sealed and once again, he thought he saw the flicker of something golden in the blurred reflection of the door, but that was just another disillusion, like this one exception. Just one made of the king.

 The doors slid open, revealing a grassy field and an endlessly blue sky with fluffy white clouds drifting across the it. A lake reflecting the sky shaded by tall lush trees, leaves green as...well, as green as it could be. In the middle of the field lay a small picnic blanket, white with a wicker basket sat atop, just waiting for them. He set down the two upon the soft grass and urged them on as he took a step back and reached out his hand. The warmth of the artificial light almost felt real, but briefly, the reality flickered into cold metal plates and he caught his reflection again as he made his way across the field: the soft grass tickling underfoot. The breeze making the leaves whisper and fall gently riding the breeze. 

 "The one exception." He murmured softly to himself as he glanced back at the cool metal of the hallway behind them. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that below this deck his army was training and even further down, they were experimenting and the faintest screams could be heard up the air vent and he he plans; jumbled thoughts fighting to pierce themselves together, half made intentions and goals that were leading...somewhere and then there was this room...

 He'd wanted nothing more than this before. And now...

 "Father!" Sleipnir called as he gripped his brother's hand and gazed out in wonder at the field. The door closed behind them, the one exception.