Dreams of Depression

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==Chapter One==
The summer sun was bright over the earth, reflecting off of Rena Lark's mirror.
It wasn't ordinary. She'd know that all in due time. But for now, she didn't know of the power she possessed in her little five-year-old hands, happy to skip around the lawn playing princess. Her long-suffering cat, Mirage, was dressed up as a prince with a little ruffled collar and wore a resigned expression.
Rena tilted the mirror to catch the light. She nodded imperiously at her reflection. "Yes, Princess, whatever you desire," she said in her queenliest voice.
Mirage pawed the ground, already bored of this game.
"I love your smile," Rena chirped, and tuned her voice to a falsetto: deep and silky smooth. She crouched beside Mirage, talking his role. "Why, thank you, Princess. It's very hard-earned."
She had no idea what that meant, but she'd heard her parents talking about "hard-earned work" or whatever and such, and she liked to randomly insert it into her role-playing games.
"Mirage," she loudly stage-whispered, "stand up straighter. You're supposed to be a prince." She poked his back until he stood up on his hind legs, looking irritated.
Rena pranced around the grass, singing songs she'd made up herself ("When I'mma princess, I'll have cake every day/And dolls to play/And lotsa songs, songs, princessy!") 
Mirage allowed her to hold his paw, wearing an expression that said I am only doing this for food.
Rena tossed the mirror in the air and caught it. It bounced off of the sunlight, diamond-bright sparks everywhere. The little girl shrieked with delight.
She had no idea how much trouble that little mirror might cause one day.
* * *
It happened when Rena was eight years old.
This time, she'd roped her father into her princess scheme, telling him to "act like a king" as she strutted proudly, holding the mirror.
The sun caught the light.
Mirage leaped up, his paws slashing at air -
Rena tossed the mirror up at the same time -
Thump.
The cat jumped, the mirror fell, and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces.
Her father started to say, "Reen - "
It was only then Rena Lark noticed the jewels embedded in the mirror.
All that.
Lost.
Because of her.
Her father held her as she sobbed, whispered, "It's okay, Rena, honey, we can always get another one."
Rena stooped to pick the broken mirror up, her fingers catching on fragile glass -
She cried out.
A single drop of blood leapt from her finger to the mirror's glass.
And then as they watched, the glass knitted itself back together. Gold veins branching from the center, rewinding the mirror into...something new.
Becoming whole once more.
Rena asked, feeling very small, "Papa, what was that?"
He sat stunned for a moment.
Not believing his eyes.
Then,
"Rena, dear, I think that was...that was magic."
==Chapter Two==
"I'm sick of it!"
Rena Lark, fourteen years old, glared at her father as he snatched the mirror from her hands.
"Rena, it's obviously not safe," he said patronizingly. "I have to confiscate it. For your safety. You understand, don't you?"
"Papa, I need to...." She trailed off. If she wanted it, she needed to get it herself, not waste herself on petty words.
Quick as lightning, Rena plucked the mirror from her father's hands. 
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