(chapter one of a story I'm writing)

One

The Girl in the Mirror and Sparrow

Who am I? That’s a good question. Unfortunately, I don’t know. The Girl in the Mirror and Sparrow are two different things. I am not able to know who I am. I can tell you, I’m a girl, I’m a warrior, and I’m a Runaway. Why have I become a Runaway? Because I am a Legacy Bird. Yes, I am human. That doesn’t change my status as a Legacy Bird though. When I look in the mirror, I see a girl with a long feather-shaped scar running down her sceptical expressioned face. She is pale and freckled and dark-eyed. She has long deep red hair that runs down, crazy but organised. It’s thick and blows wildly in the wind. This girl is me, but not. She’s Carmen. The girl in the mirror. But I am Sparrow. And I am Carmen at the same time. Nightbird falls on Carmen’s reflection, as well as my shoulder. But I only see their colours in the reflection. Nightbird is dark during the day. I pull my red oversized jacket over my shoulders. It fits fine for an “oversized” jacket. Nightbird’s feathers start to glow. It’s night. But not just any night. It’s the Night of Nightbird. When they sing the song to reveal a full moon. By confusing the world with Illusionaires and Magic, as well as Trickery, they confuse everything until it spins, calling orbits around masses. I’m not allowed to watch Nightbird’s song, or I may permanently confuse everything. So I call my Feathers and Vanish. Like I never existed.