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Eight-year old Iris was making faces as she sat in front of her older sister’s vanity mirror. Hera lay on her bed lost in conversation with Zephyr.
“I’m sorry [giggling] raising the pyramids won’t impress me,” Hera said as she played with the phone cord between her toes.
Iris snuck a stroke of blush and lip gloss while Hera wasn’t looking.
“I might,” she paused as she glanced over at Iris, “if you brought me Atlantis.”
Iris quickly covered the brush with one hand as she saw the smile on her sister’s face quickly change to a scowl.
Hera sat up and placed the phone over her chest.
“Iris. If I let you borrow something very special to me, will you go play in the garden for a while?”
“What is it?” said Iris.
Hera leaned in closer and spoke with a stern softness to her younger sister, “It’s a magic eye.”
“What do you do with it?”
“Why you can capture the world with it, what else?”
“You’re just trying to get rid of me,” huffed Iris.
“See for yourself.” Hera put the magic eye in Iris’ hand, “Look at me through this hole.”
Iris peered into the hole at her sister’s face and was instantly shocked by what she saw.
Iris gasped, “You’re a statue!”
Hera laughed. “The magic eye only shows you what you want to see.”
“I’m going outside to see what else I can capture!” Iris jumped up and dashed out of Hera’s room.
“Be careful with it.” Hera called out. “It’s more than just a toy.”
But Iris never heard her.