Bee Hoon

He peered down on me. Oh, thou wilt testify. All that thou hast seen has been granted to thee through Our explicit will. Did thou think that thy little defenses, this paltry trinket, He motioned at the mirror, could hide thy intrusion from Us? He laughed, a bitter, empty sound that was worse than his voice. The mirror squealed and its frame trembled.

“No!” I spat. “I will not abide by your wishes!” I called on all my courage, all of my faith at that moment as I tried to rise to my feet. “In the name of the Seven Heavens, I rebuke thee, foul serpent!”

He lazily inclined His head to one side and I was slammed back down. Even as I cried out from a cracked rib, He leaned forward. Urine raced from my bladder as the impossible occurred! He reached through the mirror and tapped my head with his scepter. I howled as pain like no other ravaged me, blinded me. Yet, in my mind I beheld visions that I only clearly see in the nightmares I continue to have each night to this day.