The Mirror of Stories

History has strange hands.

It smooths rough edges.

It chooses one story

because one story is easier to carry than the truth.

The mirror never lied.

It only revealed what each soul refused to see.

It showed her what they made of her —

not who she was.

They needed a monster.

Monsters make grief easier to carry.

So they gave her fangs, and called it truth.

Every vow kept. Every mercy no one recorded.

Every night she stayed awake so someone else could sleep.