"Ah, my dear Sectonia.
Words cannot describe how much I adored you, and how terribly I despise myself now that you’re no longer here.
It was a horrible decision of mine to ever decide that a mirror would make an excellent gift. I only wanted to show you how truly beautiful you were to me, but that wretched mirror had ruined everything.
Day after day, night after night. You gazed into that mirror, sorrowing about how you’d never be as good-looking and gorgeous as you felt you needed.
I tried my very hardest to reassure you, because I truly thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but it was no use. Whatever dark force was contained inside that mirror had already had its hands on you.
You became an entirely different person, and it truly was a horrible and sordid thing you had become.
Everything about you had been altered by your own desire for whatever you considered to be true beauty, as the horrible thing that was in that mirror continued to drag you into a dark pit of despair. One that even I couldn’t pull you out of.
You were cruel and hateful, horribly abusing me and anyone who dared not to listen to your every command.
And yet, I still adored you. I foolishly believed that you...the real you, was still in there somewhere. It took me many years to finally come to the realization that this was you.
There was nothing I, or anyone, could do alone to save you. Because you were beyond saving.
My pleas for you to come to your senses fell upon deaf ears, so to speak.
You were gone, nothing left than a cruel, cold husk of who you used to be. You pushed me aside, only using me for your personal benefit. You had forgotten everything about who you used to be, and how we used to be so happy together.
But still, I followed your every order, even doing so much as attempting to bring to you the hero of the Lower World, as you said. I still didn’t understand why you decided to wage war against Dreamland, but I did as I was told.
I was as obsessed with you as you were obsessed with the mirror.
And of course, I had made a terrible mistake. I had taken the king, thinking that he was the hero, considering he was given the throne. The real and true “hero of the lower world”, as you had said, followed me the whole way. A simple child, who I never would have expected to be the hero you wanted.
You stooped to the lowest to slaughter him, yet he was far more powerful than you.
Eventually, you had lost. You were gone. Deceased.
And it was all my fault, both indirectly, and directly. Yet here I am, still writing about it as if it was an extremely unlucky twist of fate, as if it were just an unfortunate accident.
And isn’t that so horribly twisted? Despite how much I loved you, and how much I desired to have the real you back, I still ended up helping in the fight to put you down, like an ill animal. And I still cannot fully blame myself.
I miss you, Sectonia.
I hope to see you again, someday..."