by Olivia Browning

Created on: July 10, 2010

"Shattered peices; too many to mend."
 The dear doctor looks at the shattered pieces of what once was a majestic mirror that belonged to the queen. Shards now lay upon the floor. Unknown to anyone as to what the purpose of it actually was, the quees sat quietly on the ground, fiddling with the pieces on the floor. The only sound was the "tinking" of the shards as they touched the ground.

"My queen," bowed in the hand maiden, "Shall I clean up the shards? I would hate to see you knick youself."
 The queen did not answer. She just looked at the floor with the most empty eyes as tears trickled down her face. No one could understand why she was so upset over a mirror. What kind of mirror could this be that such a strong, dominant queen would fall to her knees to collect its pieces?

 Finally she stood, brushed off her dress and walked away without another glance. She walked straight to her bedroom and sat in front of her window. There she stayed for hours, not eating or drinking. She did not acknowledge anyone who walked into her room. After three hours, she finally called for the doctor.
"Yes, my child? You called for me?" The doctor said gently.
"There is something I must ask of you. Is there truely no possible way to mend the mirror?" She said as if it took all of the strength she had to just say those words.

"My dear, there is absolutely no way. It is tattered, completely useless." He said ernestly. The queen seemed to shrivel in the windowsill, as if those words had broken her totally.  The doctor finally decided to ask the obvious question, hoping to shed some light on this devastating event.
 "My queen, what is the great importance of this mirror?" She looked at him, with tears pouring down her face and took a deep breath.

"That mirror was my only way to see him. He didnt want to see my face, so I had to hide it. This mirror was my heart. And now its broken. My heart is completely useless and tattered..."
The queen crumpled into a ball on the ground. The doctor rushed over to her and tried to comfort her.
"Please break me..." She cried. "Break me like that mirror. I dont want to feel anymore."
 The doctor looked shocked, but saw the ernest look on the queens face. He brought his hand up to her face and looked at her one more time. The he placed his hand on her chest, where her heart would be and touched it.
 
The queens body shattered into a million pieces in his arms. As each piece hit the floor, you could hear the queen crying. The pieces turned into reflective metal that looked like tear drops.
 The doctor fell to his knees and began to sob. Shaken, he collapsed.


"Too many pieces...Too many to mend..."

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