From the bushes, appeared a beautiful woman. Her hair black and her make up perfect. Her pale white face gave up a shine, and in her hand, she held a mirror.
"Dear woman, are you feeling alright? You aren't thinking of drowning yourself are you?"
"Well... I am... I was...."
The strange woman she shook her head and walked over, placing a firm hand on Amy's shoulder.
"It's alright dear, you are perfectly beautiful, take a look in the mirror and see what you are. A true beauty."
She handed over the mirror and with an invisable sneer, as Amy looked into it and screamed, she walked away with a satisfied look on her face.
Amy kept on screaming until Marko appeared. He saw her on the ground covering her face and sobbing.
"What is wrong Amy? Speak t--" But before he could say another word, he had pryed her hands off her face. Her face! It wasn't the face of the dear Amy he had fallen in love with. It was the burned and scarred face of death he was looking at! Yet, it was Amy, wasn't it?
"Amy, please, what happened?"
"That woman with the mirror! THE MIRROR!" She screamed. Marko picked her up and carried her inside the castle. A Sin had struck again, this time, it was Vanity.
