I screamed, but my mouth did not move. As I rose my hands, the mirror image refused to copy. Instead, my reflection pounded on the glass, as if I were trapped. She pointed behind me, begging me to listen to her.
I turned, only to feel a push on my chest.
I crashed through the mirror.
“You fool,” my reflection shouted. “Now we are trapped together.”
The soft buds speckled the land—a sign of impending beauty ready to bloom…and a sign of doom.
“We’ll be asleep in seconds, Trove. Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed.” Margot put her hands through her hair. “The sleeping scents will cast slumber upon the lands. It doesn’t make it any better that the flowers are planted on a hill.”
Trove surveyed the budding flowers. He shook his head in unac...