Once upon a time, there was a little princess, who had an imaginary friend. Her very own Shadow. When the princess grew up and left to see a faraway land, she left her Shadow behind. The princess' father had many enemies, as all kings do, and one of those enemies sent a Nightmare to do away with the princess. The Nightmare found her, entranced by her pale beauty he cursed her to stay with him...forever. Months later her Shadow caught up with the now cursed princess, enraged by what the Nightmare had done to the princess, they fought. The Shadow slew the Nightmare, then left, as he couldn't stand the sight of the cursed princess. The End.

Alice thought back on the story she told Garrick. It was overly simplified. Nearly sterile, lacking any and all of the emotion and depth of experiencing it first hand.

Alice kicked off her shoes, tugs her pants down, before stepping out of them. She threw her shirt across the room. The bare albino women flicked on the yellow light then walked into the bathroom she'd been spending her days in, looking at her blurred figure in the full length mirror nailed to the back of the door. Then down to her hand, up the length of her bare arm, she repeated the motions with her opposite hand and arm. Wiggling her fingers and toes, flexing her hands and feet. She poked and prodded at her own body. Willed her dead flesh to counterfeit life, poked and prodded herself once more noting the difference.

It felt like flesh.

It looked like ceramic.

She was real! Not a doll, no matter how much she might look like one! She had hopes and dreams, feelings...but it was those things that lead this skinny little idiot to decide to follow her dreams of a college bound life away from her stuffy appearance, reputation conscience parents. Away from her best friend, Henry. The Shadow from the story.

"I was supposed to be a Mekhet." she whispered softly to herself. "I was supposed to be a Mekhet!" Alice growled, her unreal amethyst eyes flashing up toward the mirror, as her fingers curled into a fist and her hand stuck the mirror.

The mirror broke. A spider web fracturing ever outward.

Alice numbly fell back, sitting on her ass. Looking at her bleeding hand, she pulled the few pieces of mirror that remained. Then watched as her hand healed itself. "I was supposed to be a Mehket." she whispered staring at her blurred figure in the broken mirror.

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