Like fine crystal, her body shattered when it hit the rocks beneath. Slivers of evil spread throughout the land. So vile was she, that the remains of her own essence. As her energy dissipated, it found new life in the mirror on wall.
Alas the glass was only strong enough to hold a fleeting reflection, and so it broke. Malevolent shards on the wings of her curse, dispersed. Quietly the millions of pieces waited in the darkness, ready to possess each mirror made by man.
Behind the Mirror lives a reflected world waiting for the next victim to walk through the looking glass.