《Direction and Magnitude》3 Reflection
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Luckily my parents didn't pay too much attention to the damage to my crib believing that the bar just fell off and rolled under a different piece of furniture. I am glad. I didn't want to stand out this time around, mainly because I didn't feel like dealing with people challenging me every day. Plus I have no idea how they would react to me having powers like this, especially when I'm only two weeks old.
Sadly being so young came with another problem, boredom. I can't understand this new language, I am currently unable to practice using my power, and my body is so weak I can't even move my head to look around. It is awful, and it would be this way for the next few months.
Soon, I was able to grasp the basics of the language, therefore I am now able to get a general understanding of conversations going on around me.
Amazingly it seems like the constant load on my new brain has caused it to develop a lot faster than it should have. I started noticing the feeling of my consciousness being squeezed into a small container was getting less and less. With this newfound free space, I was able to start messing with my ability and getting a feel for it again.
I was finally able to use my ability to sense the vectors within a meter of me. But because the range was so short the information generated was nothing to write home about. I did try to use it on my mother when she came to feed me and I was able to gather quite a bit of information. I confirmed that she is human and her anatomy was almost identical to what a human from my world would have.
Eventually, a year had passed, I had guessed as much because it seems like celebrating birthdays was a tradition here as well. I didn't know what to expect, I never had birthday parties in my previous life. SinceI was counting the days since my birth I figured out that a year here is 403 days.
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Before I knew it two more years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Today I was finally able to convince my mom to let me use the mirror they keep in their room. While my family is quite wealthy, mirrors are extremely hard to come by. So up until now, I have not been able to see what I look like, I have had a general idea based on other's description of me but still, that was not enough.
I wanted to see for myself.
My mother had walked me back to the mirror, we walked through the quite lavish room. My parent’s room was quite large and it looked like it would belong to royalty. After we reached the far side of the room I could finally see it, looking into it was like looking into a parallel dimension. Now I can see a young girl standing before me. She had silky jet black hair that reached just below her shoulders. The girl's amber eyes stared at me, it was like looking into the same vast nebula that existed in her mother's eyes. Her face has the same perfect proportions that mother has but with some subtle hints of her father. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, with just enough color to not look like a doll. This girl was beautiful, not just cute.
Is this girl who everyone calls Lyla really me?
I move my hand up to my face and so does the girl, this is definitely me.
It is definitely a shock to see myself like this, that shock is amplified by the fact that my previous appearance was not ideal. This was because my reflection barrier had some negative impacts on my health due to it blocking UV light and other outside stimuli.
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Luckily, this time around I feel safe enough to be able to turn my reflection off completely. I'm doubtful there are many things that can kill you without warning in this world.
Once I came to my senses my mother guided me back out of the room where I then proceeded to go down the hallway to our study.
I opened the door to the small room with a bookshelf covering one wall. Next to the bookshelf was a big chair where I tend to sit and read the books here. In the adjacent corner was a large dark wood desk where my sister was currently sitting leaned over a book.
As I had entered the room my sister turned her head to look at me.
“Hey, Lyla! Did mother let you see the mirror?”
“Yes, I was just there. It is so crazy to be able to see yourself.”
“It is. So, do you think you are as cute as I think you are!?”
“I don't know?” I said looking confused. Trying to change the subject “What are you working on big sister Eloise?”
“Don't you go changing the subject on me. But if you insist, it's just some of my homework.”
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