Mirror, Mirror on the wall….
Once upon a time, as all tales must start, in a land far, far away lived a very handsome prince. He was beloved by all in his kingdom for he was pure of heart and noble of soul. Then one day, as fate would have it, he happened upon a magic gilded mirror. Bewitched by the mirror he became obsessed with his own image. The prince hung the mirror in a secret alcove of his room where he would gaze upon his prize for endless hours. The man staring back at him was truly male beauty personified, his noble uncorrupted soul shining bright as the noon day sun. Day after day the prince would stare into the mirror and it in turn would tell him he was the handsomest of all. Alas he was seduced by the mirror’s malicious need to consume all things pure and soon what once was noble turned cold with narcissism as the mirror devoured his soul. His reflection was no less beautiful than before but no longer did it shine brightly. He became isolated from the very people who loved him so dearly and he found himself alone in his castle, wanting nothing more than to forever gaze upon himself in the mirror. His realm became a joyless place to the people without him. Having succeeded in destroying the noble prince, the mirror became restless to find another pure soul it could seduce. It searched through countless realms and times until…