The gem snaps away from the mirror base and into Greg's hand.
Immediately, two things happen: One, the glass shatters, exploding to shards. Second, the gem gleams, tugs away from his fingers, gleaming with blue light. It floats several feet away, suspended above the ground.
And then, with a burst of light, the outline of a young woman blooms from it like an unfolding flower or like a bird from an egg: Her limbs uncurl from the center, form into the delicacies of fingers and toes and deep blue hair that stirs in the air currents coming in from the ocean.
She hovers there a moment, hanging in the air . . . then whatever invisible hand that holds her releases her, sending her slumping to the earth. She collapses like a broken doll, landing hard in the dirt.
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Immediately, two things happen: One, the glass shatters, exploding to shards. Second, the gem gleams, tugs away from his fingers, gleaming with blue light. It floats several feet away, suspended above the ground.
And then, with a burst of light, the outline of a young woman blooms from it like an unfolding flower or like a bird from an egg: Her limbs uncurl from the center, form into the delicacies of fingers and toes and deep blue hair that stirs in the air currents coming in from the ocean.
She hovers there a moment, hanging in the air . . . then whatever invisible hand that holds her releases her, sending her slumping to the earth. She collapses like a broken doll, landing hard in the dirt.
. . . She's free.