Coney sat down as well, leaning down to comfort Carrie. “Come on, you can tell me. I won’t judge.” He said, staring into another of the visions, another of the images that the mirrors showed. It was odd, though less evil looking than his last vision. He was standing in robes, similar to his current ones, but they were purple. Instead of a holy symbol, he had a crystal around his throat. It looked somewhat like the kind used by crystal healers in his world.

There was something behind him, something kind of like a fractal. Staring at it made him miss the first few words Carrie said. “And it’s like blood and death. I can see so many people dying around me, because I’m so ready to kill. I don’t know what it says about me, why do they all kill. Why are there these evil things staring back at me with my own face.”

“I don’t know if evil is the right word.” Coney said, leaning down and hugging her. “Are they all killers? Can you tell me what you see?” He used the softest voice that he could, his mind racing with all the possibilities. This room could be showing anything, and he couldn’t tell if it was based on personality, possible futures, or just random guesses.

“There are all these people, they all look like me.” She said, calming down a little in his embrace. “I see each of them with their own skills, like future versions of myself. I just know it, this is what I’m supposed to expect.”

“Is that so bad?” Coney asked, whispering to her ear. “I mean, Come on, it can’t be that bad. I mean, I’m seeing things too, and I’m also covered in blood in one of them. It has to be just what it does, right?”

She sighed, biting her lip. “In one of them I’m wearing all black with my face covered, with five corpses at my feet. In another I’m holding a bottle of green liquid, and behind me someone is choking to death. In another I’m crazed, holding a meat cleaver and a wild look in my eyes as my arms are covered in blood…” She shivered and sunk into the ground, hugging him close, with her head softly in his fur.

“Keep looking, I’m sure one of them will be alright.” He followed his own advice, wanting to see more of these… futures? He supposed that could be what they were, but he felt more like they were representations of paths. Something that could happen if they tried. The next vision he saw was much nicer, though boring in a way.

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It was him sitting at a desk, there were hundreds of papers, and he seemed to be writing at an incredibly quick rate. He couldn’t even see any representations of gods, or of any sort of power that he was wielding. He was just really fast at writing. As he looked away he saw some of the ink twitch. Looking back he saw that it wasn’t as boring as he first thought, there was ink running up his arms, and his eyes were an inky black. It was… dark, in more ways than one.

“T-this one’s better, though not much. I’m not killing anyone, I’m… happy. Happy in a pile full of gold. There’s a glint in my eyes, almost like… like there are coins covering them, like my eyes have turned to gold.” She sobbed, her heart racing into his chest. “I see… I see Eric, he’s in a silver cage, locked away behind me. As I laugh there is a glint of something on my neck, maybe scales?” She shook her head.

“Alright, alright, there.” Coney said, petting her. “One second.” He stood up and walked to one of the mirrors he’d not seen. There were trees in this vision, and loamy soil. He could hear the birds chirping. There he was, wearing a green robe that seemed almost made out of sod and grass. It was odd, he could feel a connection to this one, but he’d felt a connection to some of the others as well. This one held a crook as a weapon.

“W-wait I don’t want to go!” She said, staring at another of the mirrors. “The shadows, they are trying to take me.” Coney looked back at her, expecting her to be freaking out at another vision. Perhaps she was, but on another level she was just plain freaking out. As the light had begun to disappear near her. She was sinking into the floor. Coney ran over and tried to catch her, but she disappeared, leaving him alone.

“Don’t leave, tell me what you see, maybe that’ll fix it!” He said, his mind racing at the implications. “Please, I need to try to fix it.”

“It’s me… I’m not as bad as the others. I’m not evil. But I am… different. It looks like I’ve died, with skin as pale as paper. I… I need to die for it to happen.” She closed her eyes, and slowly a smile creeped across her face. “I need to accept my death. Maybe I’ll find it soon.” She disappeared into the ground with those last words.

“What the fuck?” He asked, looking around. There was one more mirror he hadn’t seen, and as he stood in the center of the room he stared at it. There he was with massive antlers like horns, like from a deer or demon. He could see chains around his neck and wrists which glowed with soft blue energy. His body was naked, and he saw that there were pink lines all across it, which seemed to have been inked into his fur. They too glowed, but this time pink.

He felt himself slowly fall into the ground as he saw that there was a single heart. “I knew it.” He said, staring at the heart that was on the lower tummy of the other bunny. “I fucking knew it would be like this.” He disappeared into the ground, completely blacking out.