Disclaimer: This song, Reflection, belongs to Christine Aguilera. I just borrowed it for my songfic. You may also recognize this song from the Disney movie, Mulan.
It was just another typical day at work. Sinbad, the handsome sailor and captain of the grand Nomad, and his crew had just saved another village. The village of Weklyn had been terrorized for months by stone gargoyles coming to life. But with one of Firouz's funky inventions and Bryn's elemental powers, the crew overcame the evil once again. The village was very thankful. Especially one woman, Bryn noted. The beautiful, young witch's heart shattered into a million pieces, like glass, whenever she thought of the kiss Sinbad and Anya had. *Anya*, that had been her name as Bryn recalled from one of the villagers. Bryn sighed, when would Sinbad stop hurting her like this. She sighed again. But it wasn't exactly like they (Sinbad and Bryn) were a couple. So he could kiss whomever he desired. *But I thought we were starting to have something special.* thought Bryn.
"Bryn," Sinbad's voice interrupted her mental argument, "can we talk for a moment?" he walked in and shut the door behind him without even waiting for a reply. Bryn whirled around and stared straight into Sinbad's penetrating eyes. "What?" she said, somewhere between casual and icily. Sinbad gulped. He wasn't used to seeing Bryn this way. She was usually full of sunshine and positive energy. But Doubar had urged him to talk to her. And he really did care for her. "Ummm..."he started again, " I want to talk to you about today. About me and... Anya... the kiss..." his voice trailed off. He knew she was upset and he was sorry. Really. But her next reply shocked him.
Bryn inside, seethed with anger and sorrow. She was just dying to ask him, *don't we have something? Don't I mean anything to you? Or am I just another port girl?Was the kiss we first shared a fluke? Do you love me as much as I love you?* But she kept these questions to herself. She opened her mouth and started to tell him how hurt she felt... but instead, something else came out.
"Sinbad, just say it... you and Anya kissed. You don't have to talk about your love life with me. But then, you're probably talking to me about this because you think I feel hurt. I'm not. Why would I be? It's not like we're a couple or anything, right?" Bryn flashed him a reassuring smile. Sinbad smiled uncomfortably and a little confused back. He wasn't expecting this reaction. "Oh," was all he could manage to say.
Bryn looked at him straight in the eye, "So is that it? Cause I've got somewhere to go." Truthfully, she just needed somewhere to cry. Sinbad looked at her one last time, " Umm... yeah, that's it." He walked off still thinking about what had just happened.
The moment that Sinbad left, Bryn left the Nomad. She walked into the forest until she found a clearing. It was beautiful there. Trees of lush green colour and flowers of exotic scents. And right in the middle of all the serenity was a pond, clear and clean and reflecting he sun's hot afternoon rays. To Bryn, it looked like a faery garden.
Bryn sat by the pond as she wiped away her tears. When she had finally sobbed out all her anger and grief, she looked down at the pond and tried to smile. A beautiful face framed with dark brown hair smiled innocently back at her. Bryn sighed and then a song just came up into her head. *I must have learned it when I was young* she thought.
"Look at me.
You may think that you see who I really am.
But you'll never know me.
Ev'ry day, it's as if I play a part.
Now I see, if I wear a mask, I can fool the world.
But I cannot fool my heart.
Who is that girl I see?
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show.
Who I am inside?
I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart.
And what I believe in.
But somehow, I will show the world.
What's inside my heart.
And be loved for who I am.
Who is that girl I see?
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show.
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be free to fly.
That burns with a need to know the reason why.
Why must we all conceal, what we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me.
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?"
Bryn sighed one more time as she started to head back towards the Nomad. It was getting dark and the others might start to worry about her. *One day...* Bryn promised herself, *one day... I'll make him see me...*