Finish the incatation

You let the ending of the incantation role off of your tongue, and as the last sounds die in the air, you see the flames quickly dance in the air into a spiril. The spiril widens, then closes in on itself forming an intricate circle, on the edges of the circle are hundreds of runes, all edged in flame. Each of the runes quickly burns and then fades back into blackness leaving only the now thin circle of flame. You stare dumbly at the circumfrence of fire before you. The circle starts to change, to fill. It's insides start to waver, until the room is no longer visable within it, just waves of color and heat. Then the waves began to fade into a rippling, the riplling dies down leaving what seems to be a reflection of the room.

You stand up and aproach the "mirror," and stare into the reflection. At first what you see seems normal, the room is the way it should be, your hair is brushed down the way you like it. Then you relieze with a start that your reflection is slightly different. It is you on a good day. Hell it looks like you on the best of days. You blink, the reflection blinks. You swallow, relizing as you watch it, that this is you. The you that you always dreamed of being, a reflection of the way you always wanted to look.

You gasp as you come to this conclusion. Your reflection however does not gasp, instead it takes a step forward and out of the mirror, solidifying as it does.