The Mirror – Fairy Tale Prompt

BaitaChapter One
The Mirror

Jason and Jane went tramping through the woods one summer afternoon.  They came upon an old shepherd’s hut, half underground, which is how they used to build them back then.  If they’d wanted to, they could have walked up the slate roof, but they were more curious to see what was inside.

The door had a heavy lock and chain that should have held it tightly shut, but the fact is that Jason with a mighty kick caved both the door and its frame right in.

The inside of the house was full of cobwebs and was dark and dank … but there seemed to be a light at the far back of the room.  They got a leafy branch from nearby and entered clearing cobwebs as they went along.

They followed the light.  On the wall at the far end of the empty shack, there wasn’t a light at all but an ornate mirror!

“Ah … see it’s just a mirror reflecting the light!” Jason said.

“No, look closer, there are no reflections and it’s painted white anyway!” Jane replied.

They looked closer and Jason picked up a piece of what looked like an old rusty sword blade. He scraped off some of the white paint.

Jane grabbed his hand and whispered “No, I’ve got a bad feeling about this!”

“Don’t be a silly sissy!  It’s only a mirror.”

“But what’s a fancy mirror like this doing in an abandoned shepherd’s hut?  And why do you think they painted it over?  No, I really don’t like the feel of this.  Come on.  Let’s get out of here!” she said wringing her hands.

Jason just ignored her and started scraping at the paint again.

The light became brighter and brighter., the room seemed to somehow become darker and smaller.

Then suddenly, Jason and Jane found themselves standing on a cliff overlooking a roaring sea in tempest … a dragon flew through the air overhead.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Fairytale Prompt #7


24 thoughts on “The Mirror – Fairy Tale Prompt

  1. All those stories with magic mirrors and I’ve never heard of one being blocked with paint. Very unique and creative. Also, I never knew houses like that were built into the earth in such a way. I always thought a rock slide or something partially buried them.


    • Thanks Charles…these little “houses” can be found every once and a while in Italy … and that photo is of one of them (which I used in the past by the way).
      I’m not sure where the idea of painting the mirror came from, it just seemed that that is how it should be, once that was decided taking my characters into another world was, to me, was inevitable.


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