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[fantasyisfun]

Faeries are real.

Not in the way we think we know them, as tiny, winged people.

No, faeries are in the tilt of a smirk that comes just before a prank comes to fruition. Faeries are in the twist of a politician’s words, bending and shaping rules to fit their purposes. Faeries exist as the spirit of mischief that lives in everyone, no matter how buried. Faeries are real in a hundred more ways that we will never know, and they will be here until people lose their feeling of joy.

Mermaids are real.

Not in the fish-tailed half-humanoid creatures we think we know.

Mermaids are the never-ceasing wonder at the many mysteries of the sea. They are the raging of an angry ocean that even the bravest tremble at. Mermaids live in the purest note in a song when the whole world seems to fall away, leaving only you and the keening, incandescent sound. Mermaids exist in the knowledge that the world is bigger than we will ever know, and they will continue on until this knowledge is gone.

Werewolves are real.

Not as the humans transformed into vicious beasts under the moonlight.

Werewolves are in the tension-filled second as human and animal gazes lock before each turning away. They are the instinct that tells parents to protect their children with their lives, the way people will turn feral if their world is threatened. Werewolves exist as the knowledge that your world is not the earth, but the people who make up your life, the ones who stick with you through anything. As long as people have their sense of loyalty, werewolves remain.

Phoenixes are real.

They are not the birds of flame that rise from the smoking ashes of themselves.

Rather, they are the hope that comes from something changing, from a unique thought, from new life. They are the voice inside your head that tells you to burn it all down, to set the world on fire. They live in the relief that comes from making a choice to change, to do something new. Phoenixes will live on until people no longer have the right to choose, to become who they want to be.

Dragons are real.

We think we know them as giant, flying, fire-breathing lizards.

Dragons are, instead, the odd comfort of having a couple of minutes alone. Dragons exist in the fiery flash of someone’s eyes, the way their words seem to snap and crackle as they defend what is theirs; beliefs, friends, memories. Dragons live in the freedom of discovering who you are, the good and the bad. When the spark of individuality in people is snuffed out, the dragons will be as well.

When all joy is gone, when knowledge is taken away and loyalty is eradicated, when rights are no longer allowed, when the spark is extinguished, that is when these creatures will be gone. When people lose their ability to hold onto these things, to fight for them, that is when their time will have passed, and everything they created will leave.

But people have always fought for what they believed in.

People will continue to fight for even a chance, will remain stubborn even in the face of utter defeat. It’s what makes us so special, why we’ve gotten to where we are. We absolutely refuse to give up. That is why faeries, mermaids, werewolves, phoenixes, and dragons will continue to exist, even thrive, for a very long time to come.

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You see it one day, as you happen to glance at your reflection in the window of that cute new bakery you’ve been meaning to visit. The reflection of a bird flying above you. This normally wouldn't be unusual, except for the fact that when you look up, there's nothing there. You shake your head, dismissing it as a trick of the light. The next day, you are on your phone, sitting in a café. When you turn your phone off, for a split second you see a beautiful bird, almost glowing with red and gold hues, perched on the chair behind you. You startle, dropping your phone on the tabletop and twisting around to check the back of your seat. All you see is your coat hanging off the chair, and the waitress in the cute apron looking at you weirdly. You relax, passing it off as too much imagination and not enough coffee. A few days later, you’ve almost forgotten about the weird images when you step in a puddle as you’re crossing the street. It soaks your new pair of sneakers, but that’s not why you stop short in the middle of the road. No, the reason you’re frozen in the street, causing cars to honk and swerve to avoid you is that the sky in the reflection of the puddle appears to be a pale violet. You’re shaken out of your stupor by a car horn. You look up to see a car barreling towards you at full speed, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. Your eyes widen as time seems to slow down. The car headlights flash in your eyes, blinding you. Your phone slips from your hand onto the pavement. You distantly hear it shatter as, in the span of just a second, the impossible happens. The windows in the shops around you are suddenly full of creatures that shouldn’t exist. The pools of water on the ground reflect the images of a pale violet sky streaked with vibrant colors, and the ring of a bell, deep and sonorous, fills your ears. You have just enough time to see the car driver’s eyes widen in surprise before you are suddenly on the other side of the street with no memory of how you got there. Time snaps back to normal, and the puddles and shop windows are empty of anything remotely interesting. You stand there for a while, stunned, before blinking and heading home. That night, you toss and turn in bed for hours, before finally giving up and hopping out of bed. You grab some clothes, ready for a midnight kitchen raid, and enter the bathroom. You pause in the doorway, your eyes locked with a magnificent golden lion who’s staring you down from inside the full-length mirror that you spent way too much money on. You both stand still for a minute before the lion shakes its mane and roars. You flinch, and you think you hear someone yelling above you, but right now, angry neighbors are the last thing on your mind. The lion steps through the glass, the delicacy of the movement at odds with the terrifying visage from just a moment ago. It walks towards you and bows its head before turning around and walking back to the mirror. It pauses just before it gets there and looks back at you. You stare for a moment, then, walking as if in a dream, you accept its silent invitation and step closer to the mirror. The lion pads through, and, despite all your instincts screaming at you, you follow it through the mirror.

#the mirror world #fantasy #this was my take on the mirror world #hope you liked it!