"The Trinity Saga" by Hope L Bryant

Sounds and syllables come from this shadowed form, and the candle nearly sputters out as the figure breathes the obscure words over the mirror’s dark, nearly unreflective surface. A parchment lays on the right side of the mirror, onto which the figure scratches words and sentences. The language is unfamiliar to the mage, but he seems not to care, as intense is his concentration now.

Suddenly the figure tenses, its etchings become more frantic. He tears himself away from the mirror, flinging his arms wide. He utters a fierce cry of negation, and the mirror flashes an answer.

"Yes.. " The words appear one at a time, in a flash and fade away as quickly. "It shall be.. as the child is born. For this infant holds the key to our world, though the babe knows it not."

The mage growls under his breath, not wanting to believe the images he witnessed. He approaches the mirror with a steady hand and a faltering heart.

"This child shall grow to know our world as it yet lives another life within another Realm." The mirror continues, seemingly, with a will of its own. The mage, unsure now of his power over the mirror, pauses. . . watching more scenes play out across the mirror's dark surface. Then words once again appear, blotting out those lively images.

"Ye shall have no power over this child. It shall grow in power beyond any this world has seen in Ages. Only the Ancients will match this being. . . They shall train the child. . . Then, They shall return." It pauses, flashing an image of peace and fruitfulness overlapping war and its destruction. Views from all the world over, and within all the world's cultures are shown in that brief flash.

"This being will decide between the Final War, or the Final Wall." The mage sweeps a hand across the mirror's inky, shimmering surface, rage and fear race across his face. A violent breeze flows in its wake. The parchment falls to the floor of the cave with a dull, raspy flutter as the candle snuffs out, sending the cave into complete darkness.