“Are you…” I started, “my reflection?” My reflection nodded merrily. “What the-” the world went black as I fainted.
“Hello? Are you alright?” I opened my eyes to see my real-live reflection staring at me. She looked exactly the same as me - the same grey-blue eyes, the same (beautiful) messy blonde hair. The only difference was she was just a little bit more, well, shiny, a little like she was reflecting all the light that hit her.
“Oh my gosh!” I crawled away from her as fast as I could. “I’m dreaming. This is a dream. Or a hallucination. Just… pinch me, or something. Wait, why are you not moving when I move?” I made a face, but she did nothing.
“Please, reflections have minds of their own. Your people… humans, or something, could not understand how a reflection could possibly work, so we just pretend to be copying you. I know you humans think you have the world all figured out, but you don’t factor in the most important thing: magic. It messes with all of your equations.”
“Not two plus two.” I responded, deciding I was going crazy and getting over it.
“Yes two plus two. What if one or both of the twos were magic? Then they could change size and become any number, even six billion-million.”
“That’s not a number,” I said defiantly.
“Magic,” she reminded me in a sing-song voice. “Remember?”
“Ugh. You’re so… like me. Why are you, anyway, if you’re so magic?” She rolled her eyes like, ‘Kindergarden, people.’
“I was still created from your essence. But every essence has a brain with a specific thought process. See? So, I’ll look like you and have the same contemplation as you, but I don’t do exactly what you do because I’ve gone through a different life, with different experiences to base my ideas off of.”
“But we still have a similar personality.” She gave me a proud smile.
“Exactly! Now you’re getting it!” We high-fived. “You can’t tell anybody about this, though, okay?” I nodded. That made total sense. My world could not handle magic. “I’m really not supposed to be here at all, actually. I’ll try to visit again soon, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to. If the people from my home find out, I’ll be in worlds of trouble. Perhaps… perhaps I’ll teach you some magic. Someday. Until then, I must be off.” She started to step into the mirror.
“Wait! I called. “Please, wait. Your name… is it the same as mine?” She smiled.
“Adohr is my name. I believe you know why.” I thought for a moment.
“Adohr. Rhoda backwards. Your name is mine backwards.” Her only reply was a smile and a glance as she walked into the mirror and melted into my position. “Adohr. I like it.” With that, I walked away from the mirror and saw Adohr wink in the last moment of view.