Splashing through a small brook she finally saw it: a large rock that shimmered in the light of the stars. A short way from the giant piece of granite lie a still figure. Sorrell slowed to a halt, hardly able to believe what her eyes beheld. The figure on the ground was a young girl. If a stranger were to walk by, they would mistake the unconscious figure to be Sorrell herself. They were identical in so many ways and yet Sorrell had no sister or family. 

She walked slowly to the girl’s side and studied her. The girl was barely breathing. She wore strange clothes and had marks on her skin that were foreign to Sorrell. With a cautious hand, she touched the skin of her reflection self. The girl’s eyelids began to flutter. 

I did it! she thought to herself. The dragon was right. The prophecy has begun! 

Sorrell smiled at her accomplishment. How odd it was to gaze at a face designed like hers, as if looking into a reflection slightly altered.  

So flurried by her achievement, Sorrell had neglected all the training that she spent a lifetime perfecting. Little did she know that someone was watching from above. Someone who had beaten her to the prize. Someone who had stumbled upon her secret.