[WP] You've gone your whole life with something following you. You don't know what it is until you step in front of a special mirror randomly one day and see it lurking behind you.

We live in a society that delves so deep into the unknown. For we are a selfish species and we know not what truly lays beyond the gateways of our minds.

I could often feel them caressing me while I slept. Slowly creeping into my all too vivid dreams. That is when I could feel it the most... Probably because I was left completely unprotected by the "living" world. I say "living" because nothing is really "living" or "dead". That is something I could grasp when the tentacles touched me.

When I was awake, my shadow was merely bigger. Always bigger, from the time I was three, and people would always glimmer at my small, unusual oddity.

Bits of spring fluff, flew through the air while I sat on the porch bench reading my notes for sociology class, but the wind had picked up, and I knew a May storm would be coming.

My feet felt rough; as I waked barefooted back into the house. I took a moment to admire myself in the hall mirror, then looked sideways at that long, long shadow of mine, the sun shining down on me from the kitchen window toward the back of the house.

His eyes, her eyes, IT'S eyes were red. Cthulhu, wouldn't even begin to describe whatever looked back at me in mirror. Those black tentacles, that had never felt like slime, but like silk, were so much bigger, and there were so many more than one could imagine.

"Why me?", is the only thought that popped into my head.

Then, the creature moved one of those wispy, yet heavy, almost translucent tentacles, and grabbed gently under my chin in the reflection. At that moment, I felt my body shift into a cataclysmic motion inside. Outside the world had gone dark. I had realized I was no longer on the same astral plane anymore.

"You are the one and I am your watcher." The form said in brooding, almost robotic voice.

"The one of what?" I asked, not wanting to know the answer.

"The chosen one, the changer of worlds, the merger of planes. The goddess and the god. You are reborn and now is the time to guide the legions." It said in it brooding, robotic tone once more.

At that instant, Diadra's beautiful flowing red hair, set a flame. Her eyes, once that deep, ocean blue, with yellow irises, turned into what one could only conceive as amber stones, and her body... Her body, once so milky white, became hot, and supernova-ed, before burning into a blackened marble.

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