Prologue-ish

"So, you're here to confess a murder." Detective Elizabeth confirmed while taking her seat on the opposite side of the cold iron table. She looked much more... mature now that she was in her work clothes but she would always be the 'girl next door' to me.

"Don't you find it strange how some people can use magic and other people can't?" She filled out a report while I spoke. She didn't even bother answering my question or even looking me in the eye. I guess I expected it. She stood for peace and justice and yet the people who inspired her were the ones that caused this mess in the first place. Okay, that is a bit of a false truth but it's still a truth.

"Like who decides who gets to use magic and who doesn't? There's no genetic evidence to prove that people are born with it. There are no environmental factors that attribute to it. Hell, the only thing we know for sure is that being able to use magic is just by pure chance."

"Look, are you going to confess or not because things are completely chaotic around here at the moment. There are much more important things I could be doing right now than listening to your theories." There she was, finally she was paying attention to me. I couldn't blame her though, none of this was her fault. Hell, she is the hero of this story.

"Do you know why I asked for you?"

"Because we grew up together and you feel more comfortable speaking to me." A good answer, I'll give her that but it wasn't anything that obvious.

"Besides that, it's because I respect you despite everything that has happened. And it's because of that respect that I want to tell you the truth first, well you and whoever is on the other side of that mirror, and out of my own free will. I owe you that much at least."

"Talk then. You can't use your magic or any of your tricks in this room so it's just you and me." She folded her arms and sat back in her chair to listen to me. The blank expression on her face gave nothing away. She was just doing her job and nothing more.

"Come on Elly, cheer up. After we're finished here, you're going to be a hero. You might even get a medal." My deep chuckles got lost in the dreariness of the room. Why are interrogation rooms so bland anyway? Maybe if they added a pop of colour in it then criminals wouldn't be so tight-lipped.

"I don't care about being a hero and getting medals and don't call me Elly. In here I’m Detective Elizabeth Ross." She didn't move any part of her body, not even an inch. The only thing that moved was her mouth.

"Detective Elizabeth Ross, now that's a mouthful. I think I'll just stick with Elly, it's much more simpler don't you think?"

"If you don't start talking soon then..."

"Then what? Are you seriously going to let me go? A possible murderer is sitting handcuffed in front of you and you're going to release him because he is taking too long to tell you what you want to hear? The last time I checked there was no law regarding the amount of time you're allowed to confess to a murder. Unless there is some place you'd rather be? Strip club maybe?" There it was, finally her iron curtain was torn. The anger in her eyes right now would scare the shit out of the devil.

Suddenly the door behind me opened. Elly directed her attention towards the interruption but her eyes immediately softened when she saw the person. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was now.

"Ross, the Vanderbelt lawyer is here to see you." Captain Theodore Francis informed her.

"You can take that one, right Captain? It's just a rich kid trying to get away with something again anyway. Besides, when Elly and I are finished here then you'll either get a promotion or you'll be fired. So do all of us a favour and get back behind that mirror and enjoy the show." I didn't hate Captain Francis or anything, I actually looked up to him and supported the way he ran things but this was just something that he couldn't have any part of, for his sake.

"It's fine Captain." Elly gave him a nod before he grunted and closed the door again.

"Let's get back to business." I suggested then cleared my throat.

"I don't have time for your games or stories anymore. Tell me what I need to know."

"What's the rush Elly? You don't need to go anywhere and your lunch break is only in 3 hours so we have some time to talk. Let me tell you a story."

"Just tell me the truth."

"If you want the truth then you'll listen to my story. Trust me, you're going to want to hear this."