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came into the room, lighting up the mirror to reveal it was definitely moving.
     
                  “I know I shouldn’t do this but…” she answered her own question that her mind is sent out to her. Don’t touch it! Her mind screamed but she was unable to resist the urge to touch the ripples. “Something bad always happens in the horror movies about this type of thing.” She jerked her hand back for a fraction of a second then without thinking, she reached out to touch the mirror. Her hand disappeared somehow into the mirror.
     
                  “I have got to be dreaming!” she said as she watched her hand then her wrist disappear. “Enough of this crap!” She tried to pull her hand back but whatever was on the other side wouldn’t let go. “Shit! Let go!” She used her free hand to pull on the trapped hand but with each jerk backwards her body was jerked forward, closer to the mirror. “No! Let go of me!” A desperate feeling surged through her as she fought with an unseen force. Her feet slid across the carpet as she was pulled right up to the mirror, with her nose practically touching it. For a moment she thought whatever had her let go until one last hard jerk pulled her into the mirror and into the darkness behind it.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
                  “Bring the horses around to the other side of the river!” Jakar ordered his men.
     
                  Sitting astride his grey stallion, Jakar surveyed the area where he and his men were preparing for battle with Tuloch, ruler of the southern half of Aslog. Dawn was breaking over the ridge and soon he would be able to see what he was up against this time. His men were dressed in full battle gear and swords were at the ready. His men as loyal they might to be him, knew that many of them probably would not return to their homes. Tuloch was a vicious and relentless fighter and took no prisoners.
     
                  The sound of a rooster crowing in the distance alerted him to the movement in the trees that lined the open space between where he was waiting and the ridge. A light rain had begun to fall about an hour ago turning the field they would fight in to nothing but mud. The only advantage to the heavy metal armor they wore was to ward off the chill that filled the morning air. Winter was not far off and the snow would begin to fall within the next few weeks. The vast area he was looking out over would be blanketed in snow that took months to melt.
     
                  “My Lord, there is movement to the left,” Elcon, Jakar’s second in command, told him.
     
                  “I see it. Fall to the rear and gather a few of the men and break off to the left. Come around to the back and over take them. Tuloch never fights fair.” Jakar’s ice blue eyes scanned the distance to gain sight of his enemy.
     
                  “Aye, my Lord.”
     
                  Jakar hated the silence that fell over the land immediately before an attack. His muscles tensed as he gripped his horse tighter with his legs. It was the eerie quiet that always haunted him after the battle. He would have nightmares where he relived a battle but only in slow motion and complete silence. Many nights he woke up sweating and breathing hard.
     
                  Without warning, a band of men came streaming out of the trees headed towards him. He gave the command to charge out to meet the invading force which he was determined to defeat on this cold, miserable day.
     
                  “Attack!” Jakar shouted as he held his sword in the air, kicking his horse into action.
     
                  The two forces came together with a resounding clash. Men screamed and swords swung without mercy. It didn’t take long for the muddy field to become laced with the blood of the fallen