The Red-White Witch - 1

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

THE RED-WHITE WITCH
Part 1 - Mirror, mirror...

The visit to the castle of the Dark Princess was less exciting than imagined beforehand. The stories told of a Witch Princess, who was doomed by her cruel stepmother's mirror, thereby becoming even more wicked and dark then her, sounded extremely interesting. One could imagine a gloomy palace, a few strange decorations, enchanted armor guarding corridors, a dress closet bigger than the boring wine cellar, with extravagant costumes, sensual as well as intimidating and perverse. But everything looked quite ordinary.

Only the room with the famous mirror was anything like what one might expect.

A seemingly normal mirror, reflecting everything but the people in front of it. To make it more intimidating, the visitors entered the room one at a time and stood in front of the mirror to experience this. And they all came out with the same shocked look on their faces and giggles of fright.

When Johan entered the room, everything was left in a dim light, the lamps changed their light to green tones and the reflective surface of the mirror, light seemed to come out of it. It showed the room as if sunlight entered through the windows. But they were now covered and there was no trace of them.

Johan, to make sure that it was not a fraud what he saw, checked the back of the mirror, looking for wires or some system that indicated some multimedia technology, connected to the mirror. But he saw none and his special smartphone, that he had brought with him, did not indicate any electromagnetic waves. He had always thought the story to be a hoax and wanted to prove it.

Then he looked around to see if he could pick up an object in the room and move it before the mirror. To his surprise he saw an old silver crown with sapphires, which looked authentic, at least it weighed as if it were really the precious metal. To his surprise, in the mirror this crown seemed to levitate in the air, as if he was not really holding it. Impressed and amused, he made a few more movements, and finally, because of the weight of the crown, he put it on his head and posed in front of the mirror as if he were the Witch Princess of the legends.

Just then, a figure appeared in the mirror. A woman with sensual, youthful features. A face like few he had ever seen, with a silhouette as if she were a Helena's Angels lingerie model. Paradoxically this woman had the same pose and frightened face as Johan, she also wore the crown. Johan quickly grabbed the crown and lifted it off his head. In the same way, as soon as as the crown lost contact, the red-haired girl in the mirror did the same and then disappeared.

For a few moments Johan could only look into the mirror, at the crown floating in the middle of the room that it reflected. Then he looked at the crown, which was actually held by his hands, just above his head. His breathing was accelerated. His chest kept rising and falling. And his heart was beating with a force and longing he had never felt before. He felt that he should resist.

Therefore, little by little, his hands began the journey. With trembling pulses, but without letting go of the crown, he began the ascent. The more he raised his arms, the heavier the crown seemed to weigh, and at the same time, the stronger the temptation to put it back on became. His gaze was fixed on the mirror again. Watching through it as the crown levitated higher and higher. Drawing a trembling arc.

Meanwhile in his mind a whisper of longing began to gather more and more strength. He tried to resist the urge to put the crown back on his head. But all he could think of was the beautiful girl in the mirror. Without realising it, his hands having a life of their own, he lowered the crown back down until it touched his head.

Suddenly she was there again. In the mirror the young redhead reappeared. Mimicking to perfection his every expression, every gesture. Mute as only a reflection could be. Johan then tilted his head and moved a little closer to the mirror, to get a better look. She did the same, simultaneously and inverted. The young red-haired girl's eyes examined him from head to toe, just as he did, and they both smiled.

She wore the same horn-rimmed glasses. But unlike Johan, she wore a blouse instead of a sweater like he did. She wore a short dark skirt, a bright suntan-colored pantyhose, and superb thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots, made to show off, instead of practical, comfortable footwear. Even the crown was different, made of gold with rubies. The closer he got, the more similar features he saw to his own, but at the same time, she was so different, and beautiful, divine in body. They moved the same, but she moved with grace, elegance and pride. While Johan was more mechanical, shaky and shy.

Johan still couldn't believe what he was seeing, it couldn't be that that mirror was really magical, it had to be an illusion. Maybe it was because of this, or because of a longing, Johan touched the mirror, hoping that it wasn't an illusion, or a trick. Before his hand even grazed the cold glass, suddenly, a chuckle echoed in the room. Cold, mocking, cruel, and it came from the mirror. Johan didn't have time to react, the long, red-nailed hand of the reflection grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him with superhuman strength. Johan was then dragged into the mirror.

to be continued...