I had been out in the fields and just returned home when I found them, hanged from the rafters inside the house. It was then that I saw him...the village constable sitting there, smirking in the shadows. "Be warned lad..." he sneered, shaking his staff at their swinging bodies, "This is how mages are rewarded in THIS village".

I really had no idea where to go or what to do...and so I began to go through my parent's things. In my father's things was a letter from his brother, Fenril, telling him about this wonderful city called Shard. And in my mother's, a small mirror. I know she had used it somehow to foretell the future, but she never really explained it to me. I don't know what possessd me to gaze into it, the grief maybe, but as I did I saw things in the mirror I never expected.

The vision of a beautiful women surrounded by people who seemed to revere her. And then...the same woman with a noose around her neck and her eyes filled with such fury. I had never been able to just look into a mirror normally since. I had so many questions and so few answers. There was no reason for me to stay there. I imagined if the elders had discovered I could see things in mirrors, I too would end up as my parents did.

So I travelled to Shard...how exactly I got there is still a blur. I found Shard to be a wonderful place and no longer felt that my life was in danger. So I studied to become a moon mage. It was there I met Callyste teaching in the guild. One day someone came in and begged me to do a prediction. Even though I do not like the visions I see in the mirrors, for some reason I did.

I took out my mothers mirror and gazed into it....and the pain and agony were too much...I felt swept by a power ripple of energy, pulled as if I would lose myself into the void or worse another plane. When I awoke Callyste was sitting next to me, in shards of the broken glass, healing the many wounds the shattered mirror had caused. Her face was filled with such concern and she sensed, I think that my vision was not a simple one.

We have been together since, bound by my mother's legacy, a shattered mirror and the shadowy vision of a woman none know much of... the magus called Tezirah. I, like my mother, her prodegy...seeking answers to images in a piece of silvered glass. Perhaps some day in the libraries and scrolls of the lands, I will find the answers I seek of her.