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“Merde!” She exclaimed she had been trying for the past hour to activate her aspect with no success. There she sat in front of the large mirror inside her labyrinth her body bathed in the purple light of the glowing crystals imbedded in the walls.

“Kora, calm yourself. You must allow your body to become a conduit for the power of cosmos. You cannot force it. Go take a break and wash your face.” Theseus commanded pointing toward the direction of their ancestral home. He was frustrated but he also understood that she had too much on her mind. Once she was able to clear her mind and focus on the task at hand she should be able to use her aspect without trouble.

Hyperborea got to her feet grumbling a little but ultimately she knew that Theseus was right. She made her way out of the labyrinth and the temple of Apollon. She looked up at the giant statue, she hated it. It seemed like it was mocking her. Some god like knight, it was as it was taunting her asking her why she wasn’t strong enough to save her family if she were truly a descendent of this great knight.

She made to her ancestral home and walked into the washroom. She turned on the water, she was amazed that the pipes still worked in this city but then again she supposed it was magic. She splashed on her face trying to calm down. When she looked up into the ornate mirror hanging above the marble sink she watched as her reflection changed, it morphed into the image of her mother. Ah she looked into the face of her dead mother Hyperborea let out a scream as she smashed her hand against the mirror cracking it. Her hand flared in pain, it was still injured from when she had busted them open the day before though she had washed the wound and bandaged them with cloth she found in her ancestral home.

She swore under breath. As she looked through the arch way that led into the main foyer was the silver knife from earlier on the floor where she had left it. She picked it up and walked back into the mirror. She looked at her cracked reflection, at her hair. It made her looks so much like her mother. She had been so proud of that, that she had the same hair as her beautiful mother but now she hated. She couldn’t look at her own reflection without seeing her mistake, her sin. She grabbed her hair and used the knife to cut most of it off. She wouldn’t let the past stop her. She would master her powers and fulfill her duties, and then she could see her mother again.