Evelyn swung back toward the door and began to bang her fists upon it. “Where’s the key? Let me in! Let me in!”
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and slunk away from it in terror.
“Evelyn. . .” A sweet, gentle voice.
Evelyn turned to face an elderly woman with wavy white hair, worn, lined skin, and a warm, loving smile. Though Evelyn didn’t know her, she looked familiar. In fact, she looked like she could be an older version of herself, and yet she was dressed in a lacy gown with an empire waist.
“Do I know you?” Evelyn asked.
“Not from this lifetime,” the woman answered with a twinkle in her eye. “I am your great grandmother Lillian. I’m also your guide.”
“My guide?” Evelyn exclaimed, “Then, please get me into this room!”
Lillian smiled patiently. “I guide you in life, Evelyn, but I cannot guide you through that door.”
“Why not? What is it? What’s in there?” The serenity of this woman was beginning to get on her nerves, guide or not.
Again, the soft smile: “Where you are now, Evelyn?”
Evelyn sighed. “A cave. In a room of creepy mirrors.”
“You are within,” Lillian explained.
“I am what?” Evelyn grew antsy.
“You are within yourself, the level beyond your conscious mind. That is why you can see me now. ”
“Ok. . . And that room?” Evelyn motioned again toward the door.
“That is yet another level,” explained Lillian. “It contains access to the blueprint for your life. It is not time for that yet.”
“That sounds pretty useful!” Evelyn exclaimed.
Lillian smiled. “Some things you must discover on your own.”
“And those people?” Evelyn gestured toward the many faces in the mirrors.
“People?” Lillian asked. She leaned in toward Evelyn and looked her square in the eyes. “Search yourself, dear. You know what the mirrors reveal?”
The answer came to her quickly, and she shuddered. “All of them?” she asked. “Not all of them. Not that one.” She cocked her head toward the monstrous face. “That’s not me,” she whispered.
“Everything of this cave is a part of you, Evelyn,” her Lillian replied. “Even the beast guarding it.”
“You managed to best the creature, and you control it now. But. . .” she warned, “You must never let down your guard. Do not pity it. Do not turn your back. The beast is a wily one and will master you if you let it.”
Evelyn pondered this.
“You have found your way in, Evelyn. And now you are able to return any time you wish.”
“But . . . how do I leave? I can’t go back up all of those steps. . .”
“That is what the beast is for. Command it. It will bring you home.”
“But . . I’ve maimed it. And it can’t see.”
“You are its eyes now. It will follow you.”
Lillian turned and began to walk through the mirrors. Evelyn quickly followed. They reached the opposite edge of the room, and Lillian nodded toward the door.
Evelyn reached for the knob and found this one turning easily in her hand. The long staircase rose up in front of her. She found herself drawing her fingers to her lips and sending out a long, high, whistle call.
Within moments she heard the sounds of rushing air, which she then identified as the flapping of large wings. The dragon moved into sight, getting closer and closer until it landed in front of her, now blocking the rest of the cave from her sight.
She examined its body. Its belly wound had healed. She could see the mark left from the blade, and the surrounding area still looked tender. The eyes looked as if they had hardened into stone and had a lifeless, glassy appearance. Evelyn reached behind her in a momentary bout of fear but found that the door was now locked, and Lillian was nowhere to be found. There was only one path for her now.
She whistled again to the dragon and it lowered itself to the ground, resting its neck against the cave floor. Evelyn grabbed a hold of its scaly mane and climbed aboard. She leaned forward and placed her hands upon the stony eyes of the dragon. “My eyes are now your eyes,” she said softly. “Now . . . rise!”
In one swift move, the dragon lifted itself from the ground and began the ascent up the stairs. What had taken Evelyn hours was done in minutes, and quickly she found herself at the entrance to the cave. The dragon took her out, into the night – it was evening now – and dropped her off at the top of the cliff, at the edge of the hidden path. She dismounted and then watched as the dragon returned to the entrance of the cave. It stood as a stone-still sentinel, no longer to keep her out, but any other entity that might try to enter. She took the path back to the gravel road, following it up to her house. Quietly, she entered and tiptoed up the stairs. She dropped, exhausted into bed, and fell into a long, deep sleep.
Much love! Many blessings! ❤