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Jora reaches out for the surface of the mirror; somehow this seems like the right thing to do.
As his hand touches the glass, it ripples like the water of a pond.
The mirror is cold, colder than the deepest snow he has ever experienced. He cries out in pain as the cold penetrates his fingers to the bone.
A force reaches out from the mirror and engulfs the small band. They feel themselves rushing into the mirror.
The world around them warps and twists and, after a seeming eternity, they stand in the same room.
Something is subtly different. It takes a moment for realization to sink in.
“The mirrors, they’re gone,” Safir says.
“So is the black door,” Conrad says.
“I think we’re inside the mirror,” Lamia says. “The blue potion is on the table.”
“I guess I better drink it then,” Jora says.
“Why?” Lamia grabs his hand before he can reach for the vial. “Let’s just go through the next door. It’s obvious where we go now.”
“I don’t think it works that way but sure. Conrad, give the door a try.”
Conrad reaches for the white door and yelps in pain.
“It bit me. It was like when there’s lightning nearby and you get a shock touching metal, but really powerful.”
“See,” Jora says. “We have to play the wizard’s game and that means following through on whatever choice we made by selecting the mirror.”
He grabs the vial and tosses it back in one quick swallow.
“Gaah, that’s horrible. Woah.”
Jora staggers as his vision wavers. The room around him grows dim and another image is superimposed over it.
He sees Lamia petting a small furred animal. It is not like any animal he has ever seen. It walks on two legs like a man but is covered in fur. Its head is disproportionately large for its body and the creature has enormous yellow eyes and a very wide mouth from which a tongue lolls as Lamia pets it.
In an instant, the vision is gone and he can see the room once more.
“I had a vision,” he says and relates what he has seen.
“I wonder what it means?” Safir looks to Lamia, hoping she has insight but all the girl can do is shrug in bewilderment.
“Fine,” Lamia says after a moment. “We’ve played the wizard’s game, can we move onward now?”
Conrad reaches for the door once more. His hand hovers inches from the handle, shaking. He doesn’t want to be shocked by whatever protections are upon it again.
Finally, his hand rests on the handle and he loudly exhales the breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding.
“I guess this means we can move onward.”
What choice should the adventurers make?