15: The Cost of Amber's Freedom

Still standing before the door of the bungalow, Amber had collected herself. She peeked through the half-open door and into the darkness of the space before her.

“Hello”

From somewhere inside the darkness, a woman’s voice spoke to her, balmy and sonorous.

“Tell me, who is the enemy of the dark?”

Amber was startled into taking a few backward steps. She finally paused, thought for a few seconds, and brightened.

“Light” she replied and at once, light illuminated the dark space. Tentatively, in awe, Amber pushed open the door to reveal a fairly large room with a fish-shaped aquamarine-colored swimming pool that looked like it was a natural formation from a rock. Amber stepped inside and looked around in fascination. Along the walls was one door with a sculpted image of a shark on it. The walls were decorated all over with the actual shells of different sea and land creatures. Several terracotta flower pots with different varieties of flowers growing out of them were positioned around