Silent Grace 3: The Mirror of Death

She could feel the hypnotic dance of the light on the sword behind her. It was at once warm and cold and mystical.

Her soft, swan like neck reflected on this polished mirror, only for a second.
She took a firm breath of the crisp air, closed eyes until a myriad of coloured spots danced in the self-imposed darkness.

Thoughts, perfectly dark flashed through her being. 
She had been as brief as her reflection.

頭が真っ白！