The MirrorMasters by Lora Palmer

now covered in feet of snow, and the waters were now mainly frozen slush, a few scattered palm trees just visible above the snow.
    A painful lump constricted my throat. "It's getting bad. I've got to figure out something before it gets worse." I couldn't bear to see any more.
    "What does this prophecy say?" David asked as the image in the mirror faded.
    "I don't know yet, beyond this lost MirrorMaster who will return in a time of disasters to put a stop to them. But there's got to be more to the prophecy. It's in an ancient language, so unless we have a way to translate it, I'm not sure how to find out what it says. Madame Helena said something about the ring — one of the things inside this box — being a guide. Maybe it can help translate the prophecy."
    I searched under my bed to find the box. After a few moments, my fingers came into contact with the familiar wood. As I drew it out from under the bed, the box glowed bright green in my hands.
    "So that's the prophecy?" David whistled under his breath. He watched as I opened the box, withdrawing the ring and a delicate parchment scroll.
    "It's written in some sort of symbolic language. I just hope this ring will translate it. Otherwise, I have no idea what to do, short of finding someone on that planet who can tell me what it says."
    I placed the ring on my finger and unrolled the parchment. As I did, an electric tingle flowed through my hands, emanating from the ring and into the parchment paper. Like the writing on the box, the symbols on the parchment glowed green. Then, the symbols began to change, forming familiar letters and words.
    " A terrible destruction shall be unleashed on Jantyr and all of the galaxy. Waters rising to overcome everything in its wake, reaching cities far inland. Fire and smoke from deep within the earth, burning and choking all in its path. Wind as cold as space flash-freezing all it touches. When these signs are seen, there shall be no doubt that the world will end: Blue flame in the heavens, the earth's crust slipping, the suns bursting apart. When you see the first sign, the next ones are soon to follow. But hope yet remains.
    A lost First Daughter, a MirrorMaster, shall return before the final three signs. She has been touched by the gift of healing and returned from the dead. Her soul alone is capable of the power needed to end the destruction. Seven crystals she must wield, each in their proper places. Soul, Illusion, Protection, Knowledge, Power, Healing, and Influence. The ring shall be her guide. Seek the legends of old, and the places to wield them shall be revealed. Then, magic and technology united can stop the apocalypse and renew the world, the galaxy. A word of warning: her task must be completed before the final sign."
    Cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach as I read. So much was at stake. Even if I could figure out my newfound abilities quickly enough to travel through space and time using mirrors, I still wasn't sure I could do this. The distance was so far that it might not work. But then, I had managed to get the mirror to show us the planet. So why couldn't I take it a step further and travel there? It was a scary, exhilarating thought.
    "Oh, heavens, I have to find seven crystals and the places to wield them before this cataclysm destroys the whole galaxy?" I moaned, burying my face in my hands, and almost succumbed to despair. Then I thought of the people there, like my birth parents and that little girl from my dream whose family perished in a sandstorm. Up to the task or not, I was apparently the only one who could accomplish it. That beautiful world and all the people who lived there weren't meant to die like this. I had no choice but to do everything I could to save them.
    "You don't want us going because it's dangerous?" David said. "Leah, this is way beyond dangerous. This sounds like a suicide mission! There's no way you're going. Look, I know you want to save these people. I do, too.