2015 In memory of Lola Salines 1986 founder of 404 éditions and editor of this series who lost her life in the November 2015 attacks on Paris Thank you for believing in me Cube Kid
FRIDAY UPDATE 3 AFTERNOON I stood next to Breeze in a small quartz room A sea lantern illuminated the room with a pale blue glow Against the center of one wall stood a mysterious object It was three yards tall three yards wide and flat like a banner But instead of dyed wool it was a surface like the calmest pool of water Breeze reached out with her right hand and grazed her reflection She lowered her hand and we continued staring at ourselves in silence In awe It was the first time we'd seen ourselves this way On top of that were our outfits 1
Our clothes were sewn of spider silk Puddles the owner of the Clothing Castle had worked with the humans for days to craft perfect re-creations of Earth fashion Then to make us look even more majestic our cloaks had been modified to fall over our shoulders Poster children Symbols of hope Villagetown's biggest stars That's what we've become Some would say it's sweet a budding romance between two young heroes fighting valiantly against all odds I'd say that's an exaggeration Although Breeze and I are close we haven't had much time for anything besides battle or preparations for the next I guess the mayor wants to change that though He wants the people to have something to believe in I suppose that's why he whisked us away in the middle of the dance 2 And when we return we're to smile hold hands and raise them before a cheering crowd
You look so different from when we first met I said I suppose Breeze stared vacantly ahead I wish we could have danced more Me too I adjusted the collar of my shirt We heard a click and the door opened In the reflection I saw the mayor step in As he studied us particularly our outfits the faintest trace of a smile appeared beneath his mustache I apologize for taking you away like this he said gliding in I just wanted to make sure that you two are looking your very best for the award ceremony It's fine Breeze said still fixed on her reflection The mayor slid between us and ran his gnarled fingers along the edge of the object's smooth iron frame So what do you think Do you like it Breeze nodded It's amazing What is it called This is known as a mirror This one is thousands of years old crafted during the start of the Second Great War As I understand it came from an ancient temple The Tabernacle of Gloomfell Cove That's near the sea beyond a vast mountain range to the northwest far far from here I suppose it'd be impossible to craft such an object ourselves I said How did it wind up here anyway 3
