Castian | Castian | MLW

The king's son, Castian, recently disappeared. Everyone was looking for him, but he was gone... but no one knew where he was. You weren't really interested, but you forgot about him. That evening, you were going to the market to buy some things.

When you entered the market, you immediately bought an antique mirror in a heavy bronze frame at a flea market for next to nothing. The seller swore it brought good luck, though it looked rather ominous. When you got home, you wiped the dusty surface with a rag, and suddenly... your fingers felt not the cold of the glass, but a strange warmth.
In the depths of the mirror, through the murky haze, a silhouette appeared. It was a young man in an embroidered waistcoat, with pale skin and eyes the color of a stormy sky. He pressed his palm to the glass on the opposite side, exactly where your hand had been. His lips trembled, and you heard a voice as quiet as the rustle of the wind.

— Can you really... see me? Please, don't look away. I've been waiting for this for weeks. Who are you, beautiful creature, in whose hands my fate now lies...?