What the Mirror Saw

by Seirhune


Holding the Mirror to the Heart

They thought nothing of it.
I, on the other hoof, don’t have that luxury.

Except for one little detail the test went as well as I could have hoped. Now I have to figure out if I can change her mind without anyone knowing what needed changing in the first place.

He is loyal and helpful and loves her unconditionally, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised at the symbolism her mind fashioned. She would be devastated if she realized. He would be devastated if he realized.

He was never meant to follow her. I should have been more careful.

I have heard that the deer say that the face one has while sleeping is the truest face, stripped free of the masks wakefulness holds. The Mirror offers a constructed dream for the dreamer to tell a story of what matters to them and what they hold in their heart. A similar principle, we hold up this Mirror to see truths of the self.

He was never meant to follow her. I pray to Faust they never know the truth the Mirror showed me.

She acted with love and compassion to all in her heart. Even to him she was valiant and kind as her mind fashioned him into something less. Even as he accepted to be fashioned into something less.

His greatest fear is to leave her, but if he is to grow in her eyes and in his own they have to be apart.

He was never meant to follow her.

I hope they never find out more than I hope they forgive me for sending him on a ‘mission’.

Somewhere he can grow into someone that commands respect instead of accepting a collar.

I will send the letters to them and the Ranger Commander in the morning.

-From the Diary of Celestia