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Magnifico didn’t know how long he had been locked in that mirror, but he felt it had been a long time. Not nearly long enough to be forgotten, though, as Amaya and Asha came to visit him often. He watched the lines of age on their faces and mourned the passage of time and his own life. The madness the book had thrust upon him had faded during his time in the mirror, leaving him lonely and sad, begging anyone who came by to let him free.
The door creaked open, and Magnifico rushed to the glass to see who it was. A servant boy stepped through the door, fiery red hair framing his face. He looked around the basement before spotting Magnifico’s mirror, making a beeline towards it.
“Hello,” He whispered, tugging at the strap of his brown messenger bag.
“Hello,” Magnifico said. "Who are you?” The boy stared at him, and Magnifico tried not to fidget.
“I’m the one who can get you out of that mirror.”
Magnifico’s mouth went dry. “You can?” He croaked out. The boy nodded,
“For a price.”
“Anything.”
The boy smirked. “I want you to grant my wish.”
Magnifico gulped. He so badly wanted to be out of the mirror, but the boy’s wish could be anything. While the magic from the book had corrupted him, Magnifico wasn’t evil enough to want to cause harm to the people.
“What is your wish?” He asked, voice shaking.
“I want everyone to forget what I was.” The answer came, quick and sure as lightning. Magnifico looked over the boy, understanding.
“Deal.” As soon as the word was uttered a wand hit the mirror with an awful force, shattering it to pieces.
“Seven years bad luck, huh?” The boy jokes, smirking at Magnifico who was trying to regain his senses outside of the mirror. He stretched his arms above his head, relishing in the delicious pop.
“Now, let’s grant that wish of yours.” Magnifico said, not acknowledging the boy’s bad joke. Suddenly, footsteps were heard and the boy pulled them behind the only chair in the room.
“Someone must have heard us,” He whispered. “Let’s get you out of the palace, and then you can grant my wish.”
Magnifico looked at the boy, grey eyes glittering in the low light of the torches.
“Before you sneak a dangerous criminal out of the palace, can I know your name?” The boy stared at him for a moment, disbelief on his face.
“Taranis.” He murmured, just as the sound of the door creaking open reached their ears.