<span style="color: #BF0000">Ophelia sat in front of her large gold-rimmed mirror, calmly brushing her hair. It was taller than she was and about two feet wide. The mirror showed her as a beautiful Almerkian woman of 25, with plenty of luscious curves that any woman would be jealous of, straight black hair with a lock of it on her shoulder as she brushed it and the rest flowing behind her, large brown eyes, and an almost perfect complexion.<br/><br/>She paused in her brushing as a thought occurred to her, and she set the brush down on the small wooden table next to her chair. Ophelia closed her eyes, concentrated, and muttered the phrase, "<span style="font-style: italic">Shleika ai ztien weiker,"</span> Reveal what I seek.<br/><br/>The mirror turned into a myriad of colors, as if someone had splashed it with water-color paint all <br/>helter-skelter. When it cleared, the mirror depicted a spherical object bobbing along in the ocean. As she watched, the side of a ship appeared. She could hear someone speaking, but it was a voice unfamiliar to her. Then, a furry and clawed hand reached into the water.<br/><br/>The mirror returned to its original state of reflecting Ophelia, she had been so angered by what she had witnessed that her concentration was lost. Anger was quickly replaced with fear, full knowing that her husband would not be happy when he found out.</span>