Sabrina Edelweiss, being a Paladin and one who generally upheld the values of her beliefs, was more humble than your average adventurer. She didn’t overstate her achievements or launch into bawdy tales in the taverns. She intentionally lived well below her exceptional means - the only reason she hadn’t out and out taken a vow of poverty was because it might interfere with other holy duties if she weren’t taking care of herself or didn’t have a stash of gold to offer to those she came across in desperate need.

She wasn’t one to brag about her skills in combat, although they were abundant. She was one of few solo adventurers who had made it as high ranking in the Guild as she had. But even she thought that this was too easy.

The Tower of Luminance, far from it’s pure and almost flowery title, was a place of darkness and danger. There were no human settlements for miles outside it’s walls, not because of any roving monsters, though they existed, but because of simple fear that they might provoke it’s owner’s anger. The dark sorceress Levana Grimsbane had constructed the tower three hundred years ago, and ever since had plagued the land, kidnapping men and women and sucking out their humanity to fuel her eternal youth, as well as serve as her minions.

It was a hellhole. It was the kind of place that most adventurers stayed far from. It was Sabrina’s final goal. She’d initially taken up arms when Levana had kidnapped her sister, three years ago. She had sworn vengeance, and was now strong enough that she believed the attempt viable. So she'd gone, armed and armored to the teeth in magical gear, scrolls, and potions.

What made her suspicious was not the fact she made it. What made her suspicious was how easy it had been. She’d expected to fight tooth and nail every step past the ground entrance. What she’d gotten was something she was sure she’d have been able to handle, with some difficulty, a year prior.

Sabrina had done her research. She knew that if this dungeon was as easily conquered as she had so far made it seem, then the witch would be long dead and she’d have her sister back. But here she was, climbing the steps to the final level, her armor scuffed and scraped but not broken, her belt of potions nearly full. She had nearly conquered the dungeon and it had been easy. Something wasn’t right.

Still, she had to press on. She reached the final floor of the tower, completely occupied by the dark sorceress’ throne room. She prepared herself, and pushed pen the massive double doors.

It was an opulent throne room, banners of black and red covering the walls, marked with the coat of arms that signified Levana’s long dissolved home kingdom. A black carpet led from the entrance to a raised platform, upon which a huge throne sat. Along the edges of the room, paintings of the witch and her favored subjects adorned the walls - Sabrina recognized more than one from her climb up the tower.

The only thing missing was the dark sorceress herself.

Levana was nowhere to be found. Looking around the huge room, Sabrina wondered where she had gone. Had she left for a hunt, before the paladin’s arrival? Had she fled during her climb, through some secret exit? Had she simply used some dark spell to vanish, or walked between planes?

Whatever the case, she wasn’t apparently present. But Sabrina would not be easily deterred. If she was here, hidden, she would be found. If she had left, she would have left a clue as to her emergency hideouts. It was time to search, not time to fret about a potentially lost opportunity for vengeance.

For some time, she looked around the edges of the room, checking behind large paintings and within armor stands. She checked on the throne, taking a moment to sit on it even and see if that gave some new perspective. As she ran her hands along the arm rests, she noticed a protrusion on one side. Pressing it, she heard a click and then a grinding sound behind her. A wall opening up? A secret passageway?

She stood, and turned. A wall segment behind the throne had slid away, revealing… a mirror?

Her magical sense went off an instant too late. The mirror flashed, and she felt a strong pull towards it. She was blinded, and unable to brace herself before she lost her footing and fell forward.

When she could see again, she was looking at the view she’d seen in the mirror - the throne room, from the back end. But she wasn’t looking into a mirror to see it. She was looking out from it.

A figure stepped in front of the mirror. “Hello, hero. I’ve been waiting for you.” it said, in a sultry feminine voice. “What was the name again… Sabrina, yes? Sabrina Edelweiss? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Sabrina’s blood went cold. It was her. Levana. She started gathering her divine magic, planning to break whatever curse was on this mirror. “You. I will end you.”

“I know. You really should be a bit more quiet when you talk in taverns about hunting down a sorceress.” Levana said. “I wouldn’t be so hasty, though. Coming all this way just to break your sister?”

“What the hell are you on about?” Sabrina asked. Keep her talking. Keep her from doing anything until Sabrina could fight back.

“The mirror, sweetie.” Levana said, her lips curled into a vicious grin. “The best enchanted items are those with a soul. Your sister had such a strong soul. She’s served me well in the last few years… as my favorite enchanted mirror. Be careful, now - she might well shatter if you’re not~”

A giggle from Sabrina’s side called her attention, but nobody was there. “Hello, Sabrina~ I’ve missed you so…” said the voice, phantom hands caressing the Paladin’s cheek. It was a voice she knew. Elly. Her sister.

She stopped gathering power instantly. She wouldn’t break her sister. She couldn’t.

“Good girl.” Levana giggled. “Now… would you like to explain to your dear sister what you’re going to do to her, Elly?”

“I’m a mirror. My job is to reflect things...” Elly sighed, feeling up Sabrina’s body. Sabrina found she couldn’t move. “But that’s not working right now. Owner sees you, not herself. She should see herself, or I’m not fulfilling my purpose.”

“Very good, Elly.” Levana praised. “That’s exactly right. Since I’m standing in this mirror, the one inside it must be me, shouldn’t she?”

Sabrina felt it, as the magic began to take hold. As she began to change. “Yes, Owner… I will fix it. I will fix your reflection.” Elly said.

“Elly… no…” Sabrina said. “Remember who you are, remember me-”

“I am a mirror, and you are a very naughty reflection.” Elly said. Ghostly hands grabbed Sabrina across her body, pulling her to match Levana’s posture. “You must look identical to Owner. Otherwise, you’re a bad reflection, and I’m a bad mirror!”

Sabrina wasn’t a tall woman, even a bit stocky. Levana, on the other hand, was almost statuesque in her figure and beauty. As Elly pulled her into pose, Sabrina felt her body stretch and contort, gaining nearly a foot and a half of height until she was eye to eye with the sorceress. “Now, you have to think… do you value yourself or your sister more? She’s changing you, you know.” Levana said. “In that mirror, your body is your soul. And she’s molding it to fit me.” As she spoke, she struck a pose, flipping her long midnight black hair over her shoulder.

Elly rushed to have Sabrina match her, but her hair wasn’t long enough - it was close cropped and bright red. “That won’t do, that won’t do at all…” she muttered. Sabrina felt almost like her hair was being brushed, as it grew out longer and longer, darker and darker, new ebony tresses falling down to brush her hips. “There, much better - you’re such a careless reflection, not even noticing your hair didn’t match.”

“I’m not a reflection!” Sabrina snapped. This was bad. She couldn’t break the curse without breaking Elly, so she had to get her on her side. But she’d been so completely brainwashed, was it even possible? “Look, maybe you’re wrong - maybe the one outside is the one that looks wrong.”

“That’s nonsensical. You’re just trying to avoid punishment, but the easiest way to do that is to just match already!”

“She’s right, you know.” Levana said, “You’re just a reflection. You really should match your other self.” She put a hand on her waist, and another on her hips, and Sabrina quickly felt herself pulled to mirror the pose.

But Sabrina’s hips weren’t as big, and her waist not as thin, as Levana’s. She thought she wouldn’t match it, but as her hands made contact they seemed to resculpt her very figure, pushing mass from her waist down into her hips and up to her chest. Her own hands pushed her body into an hourglass figure. Sabrina struggled to think of a way to escape, a way to get Elly to help her.

Maybe if she just… mirrored Levana on her own. If Elly didn’t have to grab and grope her into doing what she wanted. Convince Elly she was trying her best to be a good reflection, and get her to let her guard down. So when Levana started moving again, Sabrina matched her, finding it shockingly easy to do so - when she moved against her, every part of her resisted.

Levana started to gently massage her breasts. And, already too focused on mimicry to think about it, so did Sabrina, rubbing and kneading her breasts. She let out a gasp of pleasure, as her modest bust swelled under her fingers until it mirrored the sorceress’ own melons. “Awww, giving in already? Good~”

Sabrina felt… warm, at the praise. She was doing good. But she shook herself out of it. She had to focus. “Good job, reflection! We’ll make a new Levana of you yet~”

The change continued, Sabrina following along as the witch squeezed her bottom and caused Sabrina’s butt to grow as well. As the witch made a show of putting on her makeup, and it applied itself to the paladin in turn. Her armor fell away, replaced by a slim black dress. It was harder and harder to tell the difference between Sabrina and Levana - maybe a little twitch of delay, a slight difference in the color of their eyes. “Hm… there’s something odd, in this reflection…” Levana said, in a leisurely tone.

Despite herself, Sabrina felt a twinge of concern. What had she done wrong? Was she a bad reflection?

“Most of it moves with me… but not it’s mouth, with mine.”

Elly gasped, and Sabrina almost did too. How had they forgotten something so simple?

“I suppose I’ll test,” The witch continued.“I am the rightful ruler of these lands, the last great witch…”

“I am the rightful ruler of these lands, the last great witch…” Sabrina repeated. She could remember. When she claimed her lands. When she’d first learned to cast off her mortality.

“I deserve to rule, by right of power.”

“I deserve to rule, by right of power.” The reflection stated. She did. She did deserve it.

“I am Levana Grimsbane.” The witch said.

“I am Levana Grimsbane.” The witch replied.

Levana stepped from the mirror, and greeted herself. “Ah… a wonderful day to take some new slaves, isn’t it?” she asked herself.

“Quite,” Levana replied.

“I do love that mirror, don’t you?” Levana asked.

“Such a clever little trap. You think you’ve found my escape route, and in you go.”

“As if I wouldn’t simply need to cloak myself with invisibility.”

As they spoke, it was harder and harder to distinguish which was which. But such a distinction would be irrelevant in any case. Both were Levana Grimsbane, in mind, body, and soul. To distinguish between them was to try and distinguish between a person and their reflection - impossible and pointless.

As the mirror’s alcove hid itself again, the two talked and talked, glad to finally have someone of intelligence to speak with. The paladin was long forgotten, even by the mirror. There was only Levana.