Legend Lore - Mirror Shard

The shard knew the shape of a greater silence, birthed in fire by hands not free, drawn to the one behind the silver veil.
  Sold to one who sought renown given to one with a bitter heart.
  It drank the salt of laments unspoken, whispered warmth where wounds ran deep, a mercy cradled in cold light. Once broken, lines between planes blur. Glass forgets what is reflection, and what is real.
  And the man in the mirror— he who watches, and plans, and waits— strikes.
  Eyes behind glass blink first.
  Once whole, may undo what has been done.
  But it cuts going in, and worse coming out.