The Searching
A young boy opens his eyes as it becomes his turn.
Walking up to the Dark Mirror was nerve-wracking, but he’d never show or tell.
His hood, previously hanging low over his blue eyes, lifted as he got to the running pedestal.
A voice echoed through his mind. “State thy name.”
“. .--. . .-.. / ..-. . .-.. -- .. . .-..” A quiet, soft voice belonged to the young man. He looked like a girl, but his voice betrayed his face.
“The shape of thy soul is...”
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The wolf was next, his robes hung awkwardly around his ears as he stepped forwards.
His hood, too, was taken down by the Dark Mirror’s magic.
“State thy name.” The mirror spoke.
“.--- .- -.-. -.- / .... --- .-- .-...” His yellow-gold eyes shifted around, anxiously awaiting the name of his new pack.
“The shape of thy soul is...”