Book One – Chapter 3

The requirement set by Yves was that he needed to channel the meagre remnants of his original energy through his body without touching the mirror world energy. He needed borders, and for that, he built a glass shard barrier within his core. These shards were directed inwards, their surface structure designed to capture and consolidate his own energies. He used them akin to a filter which only permitted the metaphorical pure air to pass through, while shielding his core against the overwhelming onslaught of mirror world energies. Yves could not alter his mirror world form, but his past experiences of separating and condensing free energies through glass shards allowed him to prepare a barrier gateway right from his core to what were his hands. He knew the Somsaraa by heart, so he knew exactly which path his energy would have to take, but barricading and sealing off every last microscopic segment of this path was difficult, delicate and demanding work. He failed several times. It was straining. It needed to be perfect. Foreign energy must not get drawn into the surge of his own energy once he initiated the ritual.

Without pause, Yves placed the crystal half ball back into the socket and stepped onto the mirror. Standing once again on the mirror’s surface, he channelled the core of his being, the scant remains of his original essence, into the Somsaraa. He could not change his form. His form did not change, but he did. He became something smaller that lay within, something that did not exist without momentum, something that could only emerge with and through the spell, to pass through the gateway between two dimension. And while that which was Yves detached from its form, the spell took shape. In this altered state, Yves felt his movements stiffen, his vision blur, and his senses grow dull. And then he felt his surroundings shift.