He emerged through the rain of shattered glass and silver droplets to the other side.

It was not his bedroom reversed but a silver meadow blooming with diamond flowers that glittered under a white sun.

He glanced back at the mirror portal, now a shifting mosaic of shards around a window of normalcy. Reassuringly present. Then he looked on ahead.

Because somewhere here on the other side of the mirror were the answers he sought.

But first, he needed to find himself.

Their son shuffled his wings, staring down at the floor.

He was young for an aetherial and not yet grown into his fire. He looked like a star-dusted human with sunset-coloured wings.

'It's just that we expect you to tell us when you visit Earth,' said his mama.

'Whatever were you doing there?' his other mother added.

He shrugged, still avoiding their eyes. The feathers of his wings started to glow.

His parents exchanged a look. 'That means --'

It must be love.

The little boy huddled tighter under the play gym, tears stinging his eyes. It was getting dark and this was the only familiar structure he'd seen.

A small furry face appeared in one of the holes at the side of the gym. Yellow eyes, white fur, and a pink velvet nose. A small cat.

The boy stared. He willed with all his heart for it to come into the gym with him, but he didn't want to reach out and scare it.

After a moment, the cat said, 'Are you lost?'


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behind the mask (2/3) 

He looked up from his sickbed. His saviour worked at a desk, her back to him.

Strands of drying herbs hung from the ceiling around her, and her shoulders moved rhythmically as she worked a mortar and pestle. A thick lizard-like tail twitched nervously behind her, incongruous against her mostly human form.

She half-turned, revealing a
a full mask of polished amethyst. Only her eyes, so dark they were almost black, were visible.

'You're awake.'


'Is that ...? Here, girl! Come here!' He patted his knees.

A speck against the moon spiralled toward him. Upturned nose quivering. Long ears twitching.

It hit his chest in a mess of leathery wings and pinprick claws. 'Oh good girl,' he said, stroking it behind the ears. It vibrated happily and climbed up his shirt to nuzzle his chin.

'You're such a good girl. Here.' He took a twig from his pocket and flung it out into the night. 'Fetch!'

It flapped wildly after it.

'And you think I can do it?' she said, crossing her arms and folding her wings more tightly around her. Below her feet, the cliff fell away to mist and snow.

The owl on her shoulder nibbled her beak affectionately. 'It's as easy as falling,' she said.

The girl laughed, a strained sound. A gust of wind kicked up, lifting her hair and skirt and rustling her feathers.

Then she spread her wings and took the leap.

Flying, as easy and as hard as falling.

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'I'm only the Autumn Breeze and only newly into my powers, but nobody should be alone. If you don't want to hurt me, then that's enough for me.' He offered a hopeful smile. 'I think we could be friends.'

'You should fear me,' she said, frowning. 'Empires have fallen at my passing. What makes you think you'll be any different?'

'Nothing,' he replied. 'But I'd like to try, all the same.'

She took an uncertain step toward him. 'Okay.' she said.

So they tried.


'I saw you, at the solstice,' he said. 'Flitting about the rocks. My sister called you over, but you fled. You looked so sad. The others say you are always alone, as no spirit should be.'

She hugged herself, lowering in the air until her feet touched bare rock. Over her shoulder, she said, 'I am the Ill Wind. I have to be alone; I don't want to bring anyone harm.'

'I'm not afraid,' he said, taking a tentative step toward her.

She drifted down lonely paths, the flowers in her hair withered black and her bare feet thick with mud and ashen with cold.

Where laughter called, she turned away. Where smiles bloomed to greet her, she fled.

It was alone that he found her; hovering just above a rocky cliffside, the ragged ends of her dress swirling about her legs, her tangled hair afloat around her.

There was a power about her that gave him pause, but nonetheless, he approached.


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But if her presence, tucked high in her tree, gave it any cause for fear or anger, it did not show it. It ate, it looked, and it disappeared back into the forest, the deep thuds of its plodding pace slowly fading into the distance.

It was enough for her to feed it, and watch it, and be a small part of its story.

And when she went home, she dreamed of deep lakes and dark trees, and smiled because the world was strange and good.


Lumbering, hulking. A tall shell coated in moss and ridged with spikes. Long clawed feet, legs set to the sides like a lizard. A dragon-like head, wedge-shaped but elegant on a long neck. Its scales were mottled blue and green, and its eyes glowed gold, bright and watchful.

It would taste the air with a forked tongue and then sweep its head each way before finally settling in to its meal. Sometimes, before it left it would catch her eyes and stare a long time.

When she found the clawed prints gouged deep into the forest earth, she was afraid, but she was also curious.

So she brought a little food every night, and watched from the boughs of a sturdy oak.

The meet was often carried off by foxes and cats, furtive in their movements. The veg and fruit pecked at by birds that were quick to take off.

But on nights when the sky was clear and the moon cast a silver veil, the creature would come.


'Hi. Welcome to the Make-A-Monster Workshop, where you can literally Make A Friend.'

The greeter's smile was so bright, it looked like it had come with his cheerful blue uniform.

The badge on his breast identified him as Kevin, with a logo in the corner Ash didn't recognise -- at a glance, it seemed to be a lot of very tiny circles pressed close together.

They cleared their throat. 'So ... how does this work?'

Kevin's smile, if possible, seemed to grow wider.



It was a hulking, hairy thing of long snout and muscled limbs. It launched itself at them, claws outstretched.

They raised a hand. The beast shot back with a sound like gunfire. It hit the ground a man, hair scattered around him as if he had shed a fur coat.

He blinked up at his saviour, stunned.

'A curse is no reason for bad manners,' they said, lowering their hand. 'Do be more careful where you put your feet in future.'

They swept away without another word.

They approached the thrashing, snarling creature hanging from the snare, calmly dodging claws as long as their fingers and snapping teeth with cruel points.

They spun the creature around and it howled and struggled, but couldn't reach them. They got to work on the snare, glad of the thick gloves that let them touch the sharp wire.

When the wire was at last worked loose, the thrashing creature hit the ground, then rose to its feet. It was easily twice their size.


Raindrops plinked against their synthetic casing. They held up their hand, watching the water make trails across it.

'Surely you've seen rain before,' said their friend.

'Many times,' they replied, still fascinated by the glistening beads on their casing. 'Just never had time to appreciate it before. Because of the directives.'

Their friend smiled. 'Well you've got time now.'

'I've got time now,' they agreed, and lifted their face to the sky.

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