Helios had passed by the painting many times. He heard the hushed whispers of what laid behind it by gossiping students. Read the books telling about the artifacts powers.

Now he only need the nerve to look. Kneeling at the foot of the mirror like a reflecting altar, the sunny haired prince could not bring himself to look into it. A blindfold over his blue eyes, helped him fight the temptation, his idle hands resting in his lap.

How long had he been here? An hour at least. Silent and still, like a flesh made gargoyle. It was one thing to imagine your hearts desire in your minds eye, but to look upon a visual image of that desire, what could that do to a person? Was he ready?

No. Not yet.