(James's P.O.V)

  Since Echo scratched the door, Nicole and I decided to stay in that room.

"Grrr..."

  I sat up in my bed, stretching before looking at Echo, who was growling at the door. I looked over at Nicole, she was sound asleep in her bed.

"Grrrr!..." Echo growled again, bearing his teeth, he looked like he was ready to pounce on something.

"Echo, calm down, it's just a door," I whispered.

  Echo continued to growl, refusing to take his eyes off the door.

  I got off the bed and walked to the door. I opened the door to show him that there was nothing to be scared of, but I was not met with the usual view of the hallway.

(3rd Person P.O.V)

  Instead of the hall, James was met with the Empress's Enchanted Room. The room was designed to magically appear at any doorway, and you could see it as long as you knew about the powers of the Utopia.

  But James, along with most of the leaders of the quadrants, had never heard of such a room. And just like many before him, his attention was fixed on a mirror that hung from the wall.

  He slowly walked up to the mirror. As whispers edged him on, telling him to touch the mirror.

  He reached out his hand and placed it on the mirror. When he did, there was an immediate reaction. He felt a hand grab a hold of his. Slowly a figure climbed out of the mirror.

  The person that stood before him looked exactly like him. Same dark brown hair and fair skin. The only difference was his eyes. They were deep blue, like James's, but sometimes they turned blood red.

  The person clothes wee also different. James, who was still in his pajama pants and tank top, while the other guy was in a black robe-ish thing with a cape.

  Only one, logical, explanation for this appeared in James's mind. This was the Dystopian him. The James of the Dystopia.

  Fear immediately overwhelmed him. In no way was he ready to fight, what was practically, himself. And a Dystopian's real form was different, stronger, than their shadow form.

"Thank you so much, you have made our job much easier," Dystopian James said smugly.

  The Utopian James watched helplessly as the Dystopian pulled out more people from the mirror.

  James immediately recognized one of the Dystopians as San, except he had black bunny ears instead of white. The Dystopian Sam motioned for, what he assumed, was the Dystopian Taurtis, but instead of head phones, he had a crown on his head.

"Your highness, what do you want us to do with him?" The Dystopian Sam asked.

"Tie him up, and make sure he can't escape."