“That is sick,” I mumble. “But I have no worries that we won’t be able to make it work.”
“Excellent,” the mirror man says. “The next step is to discover the twin.”
“Wait, we already have one?”
How could I have missed this? My mirror man has been keeping sneaky secrets from me.
He puffs up his chest. “Naturally. I am the original magic mirror, the one Belle was given.”
My mouth falls open, and the genie floats down next to me, like he’s shocked by this revelation.
“Is he joking?” I whisper.
“No, Daphne, I don’t believe he is.”
Chapter
Five
Despite this being the softest bed I have ever laid on, I cannot find enough peace to rest. I guess I’ve been spoiled by big muscular bodies, and now mine is sulking with the absence of my knights.
“Idols in Idylican,” the genie rumbles. “Can you stop moving around and get some rest?”
He’s doing his best to be a substitute by lying next to me and telling me tales of his life. But my head is too full of the million and one revelations.
“Do you believe he’s the magic mirror from the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale?” I ask. “Because surely that’s something you lead with.”
“I didn’t detect any lies, and if he’s an origin relic, then he’s super old.”
I roll over to face him and prop my head in my hand. “A what?”
“Origin relic. They are the original objects from the fairy tales, the ones the Idols used.”
We spend a long time honoring and worshiping the Idols, but I’ve never considered the magical objects littered through thetales and where they might be. Perhaps it’s logical to assume the Idols took them to where they spend their diurnals.
“They are prophesied to have great power,” the genie tells me. “History books have twisted the tales over time, and their core forgotten.”
“Is there a way of confirming his claim?”
“You think he lied?”
I sigh. “No, but he’s a few raisins short of a pancake. Perhaps it’s just an optimistic view on his end.”
The genie hums. “I am aware of someone who should be able to examine him and determine if his claim is true. But my gut is telling me he is no ordinary mirror.”
“It’s worrying that he is saying he’s from one narrative, but currently exists in another.”
“Very true. Let’s table this until we get you back on dry land. We will get that smart sister of yours to research it.”
“She’ll appreciate your confidence in her.”
He stretches his arms behind his head and smiles. “So while we are waiting for the mirror man, let’s put together what we know about the sword.”
I glare at the offending object responsible for all my bad luck and sausage blocking me from my knights. I couldn’t die a knight virgin. That would be super sad. I would cry for at least an annus. Dead people cry, right? Because they need an outlet for all that pent up emotion.
“Each generation of knights fights to become worthy of receiving the sword from the Lady of the Lake. They have to be worthy enough, because once she relinquishes the sword, she dies.”
“There isn’t always a Lady? Only when the sword is down here?”
