𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 [Lyney x reader]

𝟐𝟑

A shrill voice broke through the oppressive silence.  "Hey! We lost them!" Paimon, the emergency food, swooped down, her tiny form trembling with a fear that mirrored your own.  She landed with a clatter on the edge of a half-collapsed backdrop, her golden eyes fixed on the object that now dominated the center stage.

It was a looking glass.  A large, ornately framed mirror, its reflective surface shimmering with a faint, unnatural glow.  It hadn't been there before, had it?  The question echoed in your mind, a chilling confirmation of your worst fears.

The air around the mirror crackled with an unseen energy as if disturbed by the act of violence that had just transpired.  An ice-cold dread seeped into your bones.  This looking glass... was the portal, the gateway to wherever Lyney had been taken.

A sliver of memory flickered in your mind, a fragment from the depths of your forgotten past.  A woman with veiled eyes, a whispered warning – "The looking glass... a gateway..."  The image faded as quickly as it appeared, leaving a sense of foreboding.

Paimon, laced with newfound urgency, squeaked, "What do we do now, (Y/n)? We can't just let them be kidnapped!"

You took a deep breath, the frigid air stinging your lungs.  Fear threatened to drown you, but you forced it down.  You would not succumb to panic.  You had to find Aurelie, you had to find Lyney.  And you had to find out the truth behind the looking glass.

You straightened your half-mask with trembling hands, the silver catching the flickering light. The storyteller is gone.  In her place stood (Y/n), a weaver of a different kind – a weaver of fate, determined to unravel the mysteries of the looking glass. The stage was set for a new performance, a desperate race against time to save your friends and expose the darkness lurking within the shimmering surface of the mirror.

UNEDITED
1/30/2025