"What if your greatest enemy wore your face and knew your every thought?"
🪞 The Mirror World Opens
The moment the moon shattered, the sky fractured.
Aarav felt the world tilt — not physically, but narratively.The story had been broken. The ink that held time together began to drip upward.
He landed not in the schoolyard, but in a place made of glass and thought.
Infinite mirrors surrounded him. Each reflected a different version of himself:
A child, crying over a lost toy.
A teenager, alone in a hospital waiting room.
A man, standing over Selene's lifeless body, screaming her name.
Then, one mirror stepped forward.
It wasn't a reflection. It was him — but twisted.
Void-Aarav.
His smile was cruel. His eyes were bottomless.
"You're not ready to be Inkborn," he hissed. "You don't write fate. You fear it."
✍️ Inkborn vs. Inkless
Aarav summoned the notebook — the one that glowed with prophecy and pain.
It floated to his hand, bleeding silver words.But Void-Aarav's book was black, pages made of shadows and forgotten choices.
"Let's see which story ends first," the mirror-double whispered.
They clashed.
Every thought Aarav had tried to hide —every regret, every failure —Void-Aarav used them as weapons.
He tore pages from Aarav's book and turned them into blades.
One cut showed Aarav's memory of Selene's first smile — burning away.
Another cut showed his worst fear:
Selene choosing Zahir.
🌙 Selene's Arrival
Just as Aarav was about to fall, she arrived.
Selene — not human, not broken — descended on a spiral of moonlight.
Her silver hair flowed like ink in water. Her presence shattered half the mirrors.
She placed her hand on Aarav's shoulder.
"Remember this," she said."Even broken authors can rewrite their story."
Then she turned to Void-Aarav and whispered a celestial word:
"Lunastra."
A beam of concentrated moonlight pierced through the mirror, dissolving Void-Aarav in screams.
🌀 But the War Isn't Over
As soon as Void-Aarav vanished, a new crack opened in the sky.
Dozens — hundreds — of mirrors fell from above, each birthing a new enemy:
Aarav with no memories.
Aarav who hated Selene.
Aarav who sided with Zahir.
Selene gritted her teeth.
"Zahir's creating echoes faster than we can destroy them."
Aarav looked at her.
"Then maybe… we stop reacting."
He raised his notebook.
He didn't write a spell.He wrote a new chapter title.
"The Boy Who Refused to Be Rewritten."
The ink glowed like the sun.
Zahir Speaks Through the Stars
The mirrors stopped.
Every reflection froze.
And then the constellations themselves rearranged.
A voice echoed from every star.
"Impressive, little writer."
The sky turned black. Zahir stepped down from the edge of the cosmos — wrapped in robes of devoured fates.
He held a quill dipped in moonlight.
"But I'm the original author of this story.And I've just begun my rewrite."
The sky crumpled like paper—
And Aarav was erased from Selene's side.
To be continued…