Title: Great Scott
Genre: YA Fantasy
Mage stared, transfixed, as the teacup in Cery's hand shattered. The shards of porcelain flew in every direction, making a dull tinkling sound as they hit the floor. The light reflected off the thousands of droplets soaring through the air, amber lights dancing on the ceiling and illuminating Cery's paralyzed face.
Wiping stray drops of tea off her face, Cery examined the damage. "Third explosion this week," she remarked.
Mage got off the bed and walked across the floor, scuffing up the porcelain dust with her shoes. She looked up a Cery. "When the cup exploded, weren't there shards?"
Cery shrugged. "You expect me to remember these kinds of things?"
"There were," Mage said. "The porcelain completely disintegrated."
"Mage, you're bleeding."
She drew her hand across her face. When she pulled it away, there was a red smear on her palm. She crossed the room to the mirror. The face in the mirror did not have a single cut on it. The face in mirror also had no freckles, blue eyes instead of brown, and short blond hair. The face in the mirror clearly didn't belong to her. She turned to Cery. "There's a face in the mirror."
"You're hyperventilating," Cery said. "Take a deep breath."
"Right. Someone's spying on me through my own mirror, I'm bleeding but I can't look at my own face, a teacup just completely disintegrated, explosions have been following me everywhere. I'm really going to worry about breathing at a time like this."