Xavier was one of the best kings of the century. He expanded his kingdom beyond what his ancestors could even fathom, and his name was known throughout all the lands. Kings and rulers of other nations got shivers down their spine at the mere mention of him. But this doesn't mean he was without his faults.

Because of all of his power, he was deathly afraid of losing it all. No matter how many advisors assured him, it was the one thing he feared, that one day someone would rise above.

So when there were rumors of a mirror with an ancient being trapped inside, able to tell Xavier anything he wanted to know, he launched into an expedition to find it. And find it he did.

Once it was in his possession, he locked himself away with it in his room, refusing to let anyone in while he asked it a whole number of questions. Anything he could really think of really. This felt better than any conquest he had ever completed, having any answer he wanted at his fingertips.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, are there any traitors in my company?” He asked this time, gazing up expectantly at the ornate mirror on his wall, holding his breath.