‘I am back! I am the king! Sweet Christ, hail the king!’ Leah shrieked.
Her cravings for Christ continued like a dark inspiration from Mephistopheles. Her mind needed another Creation from Genesis. Her outbursts from sleep soon sent out her parents from their rooms, to see what had occurred. Her eyes had no permission to swivel while her feet looked startled. She eventually arrived to narrate her falsifying dream!
‘I saw myself holding an antique mirror. And it seems the mirror is portal to an entirely different world filled with strange creatures, and some magical elements. After many attempts by those spirits to devour me, I eventually conquered them all. But along with Christ, I conquered all battles, as we are more than a conqueror through He who loved us!’
Before then, she thought she must have been alive. What is that a-no-anxiety abode about? Could Leah be on a long figment of imagination? A new planet? The environment appeared like an expansion of the high places; snakes, insects and worms wriggled in their rotation mechanisms, legs swung on the surface, the dark caves with glowing crystals altered the space with strange celestial bodies; and a photoelectric environs laden with eerie silence carried by the wind. She was awed at the scenes and, could not muster a word out!
She saw some items, and these included some red-gourd-fireballs – that lighted the everywhere in the day, and the lighting-green-arrow for the night. These elements seemed fantastical as even so they showed an enhanced reality, that the fire gave warmth and could manipulate other natural elements. Her heart became carrier-witted of all wonders with her flesh fastened!
Leah’s face disembodied into a crack of doors: her face was very stunned with ogling eyes, that all excited features around paused like a stillness of the sea. She saw an unknown being leaped! The creature harboured a goat-head, a five-diagonal mouths, hands scaled with the chameleon-colours, levitating on the surface because of its giant toes. Similar tiny beings were circling her. But Leah’s mind limped into disbelief as she saw the wild being, descending from a short camwood. She then directed an expected fear at all that was happening due to the drawing movement of the gnome.
‘You dare touch the mirror? You dare come here?’ the large creature shouted, ‘for many centuries now… you will face the wrath of this offense!’
Her head disappeared with a hoot, and a large splash and patter of drops swept past her ear as if being learnt in on a secret. A whistling could be heard and all the seated objects trampled through every crack, rattling with powerful energy. Leah collared herself on the floor, moving with much needed paralysis. She was flustered as the tiny creatures now approached her for consumption. The sandals she had flung off were scurrying on the miniature imps, skipping cheerfully and energetically. As soon as she stood up, she kicked at them, but it had no effect.
She threw herself into the temperament of an 18-year-old Ronaldo, to find a place where she could hide herself; and later on she staggered all over the enclaved space while she jerked herself into one and locked it behind. Very worried, and upon entering she gesticulated around, gasping like an escapade. It was so disturbing and very loud — the tiny creatures’ knocks were teetering on the edge of the door. These increase and unrelenting knocks filled the air while she continued to be troubled by what may happen! The door broke down!
‘Where have you got the unruly overconfidence to come this place? Stand up!’
Her face seemed alive to respond, although she could not twerk it further to speak. She paused, hovering all trepidations on her face. Canes had taken stance on the creatures’ hands.
‘The mirror that brought you to the world of the supernatural is not an object for a child like you to touch, or even come close to see. It is our passage that shows the relationship between the ancient gods and your ancestors, and any human being who comes to this realm cannot see the human world again!... you shall become the tragic hero in this creative piece!’
‘I’m sorry, please have mercy on me! I didn’t know how I got here!’
‘Oh, no, Leah! We’ve planned to devour you!’
‘Please! Please!! Please!!!’
‘Now, beat her up for me!’
All the tiny creatures unleashed repeatedly whips onto Leah, but unexpectedly her own machete appeared out of nowhere; the fear on her face disappeared into nothingness. She cut down all of the creatures, and hunted the main spirit to a dwelling until it was deprived of all strength. The creature begged for safety, and promised Leah not to torment her again, to send her back to the world of the humans.
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