Lexaeus stared at the Magic Mirror, that he had bagged from… some evil witch. It didn't look like any sort of special mirror, really. The brawny man observed it, trying to remember the words the witch had told him to say.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall--"

The mirror shattered into a million little pieces.

Lexaeus glared at the biased mirror shards. He could hear Zexion stifling laughter from the doorway. So, Lexaeus decided to swallow his pride.

"Shards, shards on the floor…"


poor, poor lexaeus. :D