I looked at Metheeka with a startled expression on my face. "You mean I can travel through your mirrors anywhere I want to go?"
She chuckled, "Don't be greedy now. You can only go where your heart desires. Just remember you must choose wisely when you do go, if that's the road you travel."
"Now, I have to tell you why your here." I must have looked really confused, because then she laughed and said, "Ah ha! So you've already forgotten yer not from around here, hmmm?"
"Well, you and yer companions aren't from anywhere close to here at all. Now, I have to be tellin you that you haven't met all of yer future companions yet." She glanced at me, "Do you remember anythin about your past? Anythin at all?"
I just shook my head, and she continued. "Ye were sent here by tha King of Larian. He has these quests ye must complete or else the life here is going to get really really bad. People will die sure enough if you and yer companions can't help us."
She picked up a scroll and handed it to me. It was sealed with a red wax imprinted with a unique picture - it was a winged dragon blasting fire. When I started to open it she immediately grabbed my hand.
"Not yet, dearie. Ye have to choose which companions yer goin to meet up with. When yer back with them is soon enough to open the King's request."
She reached into a pocket of her volumous apron and pulled out a mirror. She laughed when she saw my face, "Yer already tired of the mirrors, huh? Well, that's how ye see things and get to things here. When ye have accomplished yer quest ye can return here for yer others!"
This was really starting to be too much! I scowled at her and said through clenched teeth "Others? One's enough, don't you think?"
She just laughed and started pushing me toward the mirrors and said "Pick yer companions now, dearie. Time's a wastin!"
