The Rose's Portal

Elizabeth

My knees have gone week as I watched my mother, Zandra, revealing herself behind the hood of the red woman. I could feel the lump forming in my throat, and in between of my sadness and anger, longing possessed over me. And I realized that I missed her… very much… and I could not even believe that she was there all the time without me knowing.

“Elizabeth,” she mumbled sternly. “I want you to control your emotions.”

I repeatedly shook my head and chuckled nervously. “No, you’re not true,” I said. “You are already dead, mother.”

“I am,” she said. “I am only a spirit guide that your true mother assigned me for you.”

“But how –“

“Darling, I want to answer your questions right now so that you will be enlightened, but this is not the right time. We don’t have much time left. You have to open the portal so you can go to the underworld,” she said in a slow voice.

I was still not recovering from her identity, but she was right. Being surprised and seeing the unexpected things ha