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Once upon a time, about… 400 or so years ago, there was this deity, who they called the Fair Lady of Victory and War. And other things to, of course. She still exists, of course, but nowadays not many people still worship her.
She happened to be bored in this specific era. Extremely bored, to be precise. There was no war, no sickness and disease, not one revolt or rebellion. The Fair Lady grew extremely tired of watching the humans coexist peacefully. It was ridiculous! An affront to her! Every day, more and more little mortals flocked to Lady Peace, her own following dwindling. The concepts of Victory and War were considered to… ‘crude’ by the mortals in this era of peace.
She wasn’t entertained by her meager remaining worshipers either. There were too many to just ignore yet to small to have enough to properly sacrifice or put on a show. It was horrible! Lady Victory simply had nothing to do!
So, out of pure boredom and spite, she crafted a looking-glass in her forge, putting all her time and effort into the new project. The new hyperfixation really lifted her spirits, and the Fair Lady was actually having some fun for the first time in a handful of decades.
Once completed, the looking-glass was a masterpiece. If One looked through the glass, One could only see the negatives of the world. It was perfect for a god of Victory and War such as the Fair Lady herself! Finally, some pessimism!
She crafted the mirror incredibly delicately, with intricate sliver detailing and set it with rubies and obsidian. It was truly her pride, her magnum opus. All that was left was to spread it to the rest of the world.
Lady Victory, gazing satisfied at her creation, decided it would be a good idea to mess with the Lady of Peace using it. Not with the original, of course, but with a copy—she didn’t fancy sharing her best work of the century.
She crafted another mirror, one which worked exactly the same. It had a plain sterling steel border and no inlays or design. It was crude, but it served the same purpose.
She hummed as she hung the first mirror in her throne room, directly behind her grand obsidian throne, and wrapped the second mirror in pale blue and cream silks. She handed it off to a murder of her crows, and smiled to herself as they flew off, headed to Peace’s palace.
Half-way to the other god’s palace, the winds twisted and turned, presumably due to Lord Luck taking notice. The god of luck seldom took notice of the other’s affairs in the pantheon, but a mirror like this would effect fate. Therefore, he interviewed before it could mess up the delicate peace of Earth forever by thrusting Lady Pax herself into a state of depression. Lord Luck, of all people, had no interest in a ceaseless war, unlike the Fair Lady of Victory.
The twisting and turning wings confused the crows, so they scattered, abandoning their objective and leaving the mirror to fall onto Earth. Sure, this would still be bad, but at least it would not cause endless conflict. So Lord Luck was satisfied in his intervention and left the rest up to the winds of change.
The mirror shattered in the air as it fell, its dust spreading across the lands through the four winds.
And so, the Fair Lady’s malicious little ‘joke’ for the Lady of Peace created strife on the peaceful lands below, for even the smallest spec of dust from the shattered mirror had the effect of the entire looking-glass.
Dust got into people’s eyes, making it impossible for them to see the good in anything. Some even had the misfortune to get splinters in their heart, turning it as cold and hard as a lump of ice. Some pieces were big enough to create windows and glasses out of, while some remained undetectable dust in the winds. The remains of the second looking-glass indeed caused entertaining chaos throughout nations, although not int eh way Lady Victory expected it to. But, of course, that made it even more entertaining.
Due to the shattered pieces of the looking glass, strife and darkness quickly spread across the land. Wars started, diseases hit, prejudice grew, violence increased, and overall the people seemed overall more and more hostile. Of course, this did not affect everyone, being only the ones who came in contact with even the tiniest part of the mirror, but the dust seemed to be spread everywhere. It seemed as though succumbing the second looking-glass was an inescapable fate, despite the fact the little mortals didn’t even have the slightest idea that was what going on. Afterall, to those effected, what seemed any different? Everything felt the exact same.
And from her obsidian castle, the Fair Lady of Victory and War gazed upon the mortal plane, and smiled, feeling entertained for the first time that century.
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You might be wondering, little reader ‘hey, what region is this anyway?’ Isn’t the answer obvious? It’s Eastern Europe and the Balkans + the North. The very ‘trigger-happy & I hate you all’ type region, y’know? Really makes you think what the personifications would’ve done if Lady Victory over there hadn’t fucked up with that mirror. Anyways, that’s all I have to say to you. This is the Lord of Luck’s vessel, out.
PS: I might be back with more commentary! After all, I’m not involved in this tale, unlike my… parents? Kinda adopted parents? Oh, and ex wife. Let’s forget abt the ex wife.
PPS: Hehehehehe~ This is fun! Expect to see me around more~ (Not in the actual text, of course—I’m not from the east—but I’ll add my notes and stuff~)!!! Byyyeeeee—Ame says I’m overstaying my welcome or some shit. They’re Lord Luck’s other main vessel, btw. Anyway, see you around! You better come back soon so you can read more of my awesomeness ╰(*°▽°*)╯!!!! (Ame just said I sound like a narcissistic bitch. I told them to go suck off Alexi. Now their mad that I brought their husband into it or whatever)