Samantha

A girl stood reflected there. Looked like me, but not really me. She was older, maybe, or just more bolder. She wore a white dress that seemed to glow in the moonlight, and the eyes looked different. They seemed more brighter

"You're waking up," the reflection said, her voice, just like my voice, but mixed with something else. Something that felt ancient and powerful.

"Who are you?" I asked, and was shocked to hear my own voice coming from my invisible form.

"You know who I am." The ...