The full moon was shining in a dark sky that seemed to promise nothing but coldness. It was with anger that I threw the car keys on the table; the bag and the coat I left on the floor near the entrance door. I never did it before. I am normally so tidy!
Sitting on a fulfilling bathtub I observed my clothes lying all along the corridor like many empty bags.
Finally I entered the so-thought relaxing bath. Few minutes and my heart nearly stopped.
Absent mindedly I was watching my reflection in the big mirror in front of me: I saw someone else in it.
At first I thought it was a kind of mirage created by the steam but then she came out of the mirror.
- I saw the wildness growing in you – she said with a entchanted voice – It will overwhelm you if you don´t learn how to control it.
I didn´t know what to say, what to do; I was nacked in front of her hoping that she wasn´t real.
She had beautiful long platinum blond hair and an ivory skin; she was wearing a transparent sparkling veil and she was bare foot. She smiled and touched my left nipple.
I saw her suddenly trasforming in a woman that could have been me but with such a horrible look that I moved back.
- Who are you? – I finally babbled.
- My name is Rhoslyn – she answered regaining her gorgeous aspect – and I am your mother.
I stared at her incredulous.
They always told me that my mother died while bringing me to the world.
They always told me she was beautiful. I had no picture of her. I never saw her face but in the loving eyes of my father.
My anger was becoming fury. I always wanted my mother to come back; I wanted her to be there for me, with me, when I was little and also when I grew up. But I knew she wasn´t in this world anymore and it was such a pain!
I looked for her in each corner of my face, asking my father if I looked like her, if I had her eyes or her nose, if it was her smile that answered me every time I looked into a mirror. I missed her so much.
And now this, this... illusion was telling me that she was my mother! I was not afraid anymore, I just wanted to kick her away.
But she didn't let me time and my rage magically disappeared the moment she caressed my cheek. This very single touch gave me the caresses of a mother. All at once. I couldn´t buy cry.
My mum was there. Finally.
I always thought I had some kind of power. I can hear and see things that the others don´t. I can cook in such a way that my food seem to enchant those that eat it. I have a scary dark side inside me, and it is so strong that if I am upset I can move things with a glance. It terrifies me. I spoke with my father about it. He didn´t seem surprised but he forbade me to tell it to anybody. Now I know I am not fool nor psychic.
My mother is a fairy.
- I was condemned for loving a mortal – she said sitting on the edge of the bathtab – After your birth I was imprisoned into a mirror. I can go in whathever surfaces reflects but no where else. I see the truth mirroring itself and I can tell you that things are not always as they look like. I can´t be seen but if I wish it and, in any case, only at midnight of a full moon day. Like tonight. We have only one hour, then I´ll be sucked into the mirror again.
I wanted to ask her so many things that no words reached my lips. I could just sink my head into her embrace and let her rock me.
- When someone looks into a mirror – she started after a few of the most beautiful moments of my life – I can see his real image, guess his feelings, touch his thoughts. When I took your form I showed you what I saw. The time has come. Half of you belongs to a world you are not aware of and that you now have to be acquainted with or it will destroy you. You have a huge power and you have to learn not to let your dark side to use it.
It was true. That very evening I had to dig the nails deep into my flesh to be able to control myself. I knew that if I had looked at him once again I would have literally driven the pen in front of me into his left eye. I knew I could do it. I know I would have done it.
But I didn´t want to think, I didn´t want to speak. Not in that moment at least. And she knew.
It was the first time I could touch my mother, smell her wonderful parfum of fresh roses and enjoy her caresses and kisses. We simply cuddled like if nothing else had any importance.
When she disappeard I held back the tears. Now I knew that every time I look into a mirror it is her smile to smile me back.
I went to bed.
I dreamed the next full moon.
(Tales from the Mirror - First Moon)
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