Ertifferrah Written By: Elay Understood CHAPTER 34 LITTLE TUG... Elay TV Content Creator

 

From out of the greenhouse, a woman emerged, slowly transforming from her Earthly appearance into her normal Akashian elegance.  It was Erica’s mother and she had prepared herself for perhaps an ugly reaction from Lady Governess upon unfolding the paper that she had torn out of Erica’s notebook she had found and handed it to Lady Governess. 

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Completely intrigued, Lady Governess opened the remainder of the paper.  A look of distress flooded her face as she stood up in anger.  “What is this? What is the meaning of it?  This is not ours, who brought you this?”

“I found it in my Earth home. Erica had it.”

“How could she possibly know about the Deities?  It’s impossible,”  Lady Governess pondered.

“This is odd…”  Mertekert’s voice trailed off.

“Tell me, has Erica behaved strangely at any point?  Anything strange in any way? Has she?”  the Governess asked, rubbing her bottom lip in interest.

“Yes, days ago, she was anxious to go to school and we know how much Erica hates school. What made it worse; she had a hundred-degree fever and still tried to convince me she was alright. Come to find out, she went against my wishes and ended in the hospital. The doctor said she was under a lot of stress and was extremely dehydrated.

“My friend, then there may be a strong possibility that she’s been used as a portal to transport someone from this world to Earth. This means we could have ourselves another Deity, my friend…”

“Who do you think it could be?”  Mertekert asked in fascination.

“Ha!  Think?!  I already know,” she said arrogantly, head held back in pride.  “It’s your biological daughter, Ertifferrah!

“Ertifferrah?”

“Think about it, think back.  Remember, she made mention to you and your husband about the bad sleeping spell she’d had?”

“Yes, go on.”

“I gave her a potion to aid her, hoping that she would rest well.  Being that I’ve treated her as my own, this you are aware of, I took it as my responsibility to provide her the best care.  Therefore, I concocted the sleeping elixir.  Had I known that she, your daughter, was a Deity, heaven knows that I wouldn’t have given it to her! As you know, the elixir must have triggered her element force and allowed her to travel!”

Mind-boggled by the idea of her daughter possessing an Earth element, she was excited and scared at the same time.  After learning this information, she felt that things were drastically going to change.  

“So, as you know…” Lady Governess added, “this could be to our advantage if we move quickly, and if not, this will virtually destroy what’s left of our true dynasty—the Old Kingdom.”

“Then we must move,” Mertekert stated simply.

Exiting the outer courts of the greenhouse, the ladies walked across the broad back entrance to the palace and went upstairs for more privacy.  Lady Governess continued, “You know, sometimes all we need to move us forward in this rat race called life is a little tug at the old heartstrings.”  

Once inside her most private bed chamber, however, she suddenly lost composure and became anxious and outraged. “How can this be? How can it?!” In front of the vanity, partially draped over the mirror, was a lilac cloth.  “I thought the enchantment spell was strong enough to keep Ertifferrah from drifting into the other world when she slept.  Earth was strictly off-limits for her.  And even if she did happen to cross over into that world, the spell should have lasted long enough to keep her head in the fog until she woke up, virtually making her think she was dreaming and not living another life in another world.”

“But she has,” answered Mertekert.  “So, now what are we going to do?  This changes everything.  If Ertifferrah is teleporting through Erica, she may discover the truth about us.”

“I highly doubt that.  My son, Octavious is under the spell, and he has told me tales of traveling to Earth, but I think nothing of it because there is no reason to.”

“Then why hasn’t your son yet stepped into the position as planned?”

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Lady Governess gazed at her sun-dial and then faced the vanity once again. There was a long pause—not even the crickets sounded, not even the wind blew; it was as if time itself had stopped; maybe it did…

“Huh, I guess it is time,” she sighed, “for there is nothing more I can do.” 

The eyes of Mertekert flashed with fear. Her body chilling from the very thought of what Lady Governess was about to do. “No…” she whispered. 

“Ahh, Mertekert, no need for you to be alarmed, for if you aren’t at fault with anything or anyone, you can rest assured of your safety. Now, if you would please excuse me…”

Appearing to be in a trance, Lady Governess proceeded to sorting and setting up items—assorted candles, statues, and potions—taking from her friend a large kettle of water and placing it on top of the large silver surface of the vanity. 

Uttering a long chant in an Egyptian tongue, Lady Governess stormed around a vanity several times, with each pass; she dropped strange objects into a bubbling kettle.  Mertekert quickly handed her something long wrapped in a tattered cloth.

Smoke filled the room.

“Do it now!” Lady Governess commanded as she took out a knife from the cloth and sliced her hand. Blood oozed out, dripping into the bubbling kettle.

“Look, if you don’t think you can handle this, then I recommend that you make your leave,” the Governess sternly said.

Mertekert pulled down the enormous lilac drape.  With only a couple tugs, the rest of the drape started falling on its own.  Snap, snap, snap, the hooks broke, revealing that there was more than just a wall around them. 

As the last rings plummeted to the cold floor and shattered, the drape made a soft, crashing sound. No longer was there a lilac wall, but two massive golden, double doors in the form of an arch, facing them. Though they looked glorious, Mertekert felt wary of what was behind them upon seeing what looked like a steering wheel from a ship materialize out of nowhere and affix itself in between the doors.  Making a suction sound, as numbers inscribed in Egyptian hieroglyphics emerged in the center, the wheel rapidly turned clockwise and counterclockwise in alternation.  

“We’re going to need the key,” Lady Governess confessed with a sigh of anxiety. Do not fear, my friend, for I have faith in you, you have never failed me.”

“I know…” said Mertekert, looking unfit for her next mission at hand.