The cold water was a rude awakening to my all my senses as I splashed it on my face with cupped hands. Blinking furiously to clear my eyes, I searched for a towel. Finding one, I dried my dripping face and reached for my mascara and eyeliner, but they fell from my hands as I looked in the mirror. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I stared into the pale face of a stranger.

White blond hair fell around her shoulders, framing her heart shaped face like a silky curtain. Her gaze was intense and I felt an inexplicable calm come over me as I looked into her large green eyes. Her mouth was moving, as though she were speaking to me. Her brow was furrowed, as if she were upset about something. I reached my hand out to touch the mirror but when I did the girl’s reflection flickered and my fingers felt not cool hard glass, but a warm liquid type feeling. The girl reached her hand out as well, as if she were going to pull me into the mirror with her…

I awoke, a scream leaving my lips and drenched in a freezing layer of sweat. I turned my head to see my elves servant, speaking to me in a calming voice. I motioned for her to leave me and turned my head back to it’s original position. I held a shaking hand over my eyes and tried to breathe deeply.

This was not the first time I had revisited my entrance to this world. I had dreamt of this almost every night I had been here. But this time it had seemed, more real. I had actually felt the warm feeling at the tips of my fingers. How long had I been here? I had left at age thirteen, I was seventeen now, so… four years. I looked across the room I had come to love.

Th elves had been kind to me. They had said I was one of them. Needless to say this had been news to me. After a long explanation, I finally understood.

I had been born to elves parents, therefore I was one too. After my birth, war came to this land. My parents, worried for my safety, sent me to live with mortals. I was shocked to learn that the people I had thought were my parents for so long, really were random strangers that my real parents had picked to raise me. My so called “parents” had known all along. I was at first angered to discover that I had been kept in the dark for so long, but more surprises were on the way. The person I had seen in the mirror, all those years ago, was my sister.