12: Amber and The Mermen

Isis was pacing about before Rhea who was seated on a couch in their living room. She was upset about the fact that the queen was living with Miriam.

She couldn’t understand why the queen chose a poverty-stricken home instead of hers. In her opinion, it was an insult that she couldn’t attract the queen’s presence.

“Calm down mother.”

“The queen should be finding solace in this house, not in that woman’s shed.” Isis bit out angrily. She stopped pacing and her face contorted with confusion. “I don’t understand it.” She continued. “And with her presence there, that woman will live better… perhaps, compete with me. I can’t let that happen.”

“Well, what do we do?” Rhea asked and Isis’s eyes narrowed dangerously as a small smile broadened her lips at the same time.

At the same time in Underland, Amber had reached a stream. She hurried to it, slid the water bottle off her shoulder, and in her rush, put her hand in the water but it felt stony like a rock that one could walk on.

Amber co