Royally Emma, Lucia Roberts [black female authors TXT] 📗

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My lips parted in a gasp. She looked almost exactly like me; except, she had larger than normal emerald green eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair. Straight wisps whipped around her face as she stared back at me. Something flashed behind her eyes, like a realization, and somehow her eyes widened into an almost frightened expression; one that stayed in her eyes and didn't spread to the rest of her face. We stood this way for a moment; her with that expression I will never be able to put words to and myself in a defensive and intrigued state of mind, just staring at each-other. I wanted to push my fingers out in front of me, in her direction, just to see if she would mimic the action and show that there was some sort of trick mirror or something between us making me feel crazy and like I've never seen myself before. The blue cloak made her eyes seem to sparkle in dark glittery way beneath her hood giving her an almost primal and mysterious look as the shadows hid in all the right places on her face to portray her sharp beauty and display the representation of how much I really knew at this moment.
Her lips parted and I heard a whisper, so soft and airy, I'm not sure I heard it at all. “My mirror” is all I heard. Which, frankly, seems to be appropriate but it makes no sense. She looked me over once more and suddenly turned to flee the scene without so much as an interrogation as to why I was there, a threat for telling anyone what I've just seen, or an explanation as to her cryptic commentary.

“Wait!” I shouted after her as I dropped my stick and started into a run but Name's jacket fell off and tripped me. By the time I looked up and shook my head she was gone. I rubbed my eyes and looked around seeing no trace of her so I grabbed the jacket and tried to dust it off as best I could while trying to make sense of what I just saw.
Im not putting it past this place to have things like magick or unicorns hidden away somewhere in it's corners, but the girl, that's what throws me.

The whole time I've been here I've never seen a mirror. Not that I've ever gone anywhere that may have one, but, that's not the point. Maybe she just meant I look like her. Which, would be very true... minus her huge eyes and difference in the eye and hair color but I know I'm just disecting it now; trying to understand my urge to reach out and grab her hand.

"Why hello there Dearie! What brings you ouwt this whey?" I have no idea how long I'd been standing here like this.

"Uhm, when did you get here and who was that?"

He starts laughing. "Ih don't knowh who yer speakin of Dearie, but it's just me and you here. I but only jest arrived."

"Don't call me 'Dearie'" I say, looking around and seeing it must have been a bit of time because the sky has darkened.   "I thought you said no-one knew about this place!"

"No-one except me and you. And I'd call you by yer nahme, but I haven't got one fer you do Ih?" The smirk in his voice makes something coil deep in my stomach.

"Maybe I don't want you to know it."

"Then I'll just keep yer name as Dearie, Dearie."

I huffed. What if him knowing my name makes me stay here longer? How am I supposed to know these things? There's no manual; no Guidebook For DayWalkers.... I'll just draw it out a bit. "Well, I don't know yours either."

"Salvadore; if it please the lady. Salvadore Eric Vitorre DeSilva."

 

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Publication Date: 09-02-2016

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