The Wall part four

(When we last saw our hero, Stacey had summoned her ancestral powers and walked through the stubborn Wall that had foiled and then killed her sister.)


Stacey looked about at the brave new world in front of her.  It looked exactly the same.


"This can't be right", she thought to herself.  She turned around in a circle, but her house was no longer behind her.  The Wall was.  Angrily aloud she said "No way!  My sister promised that there would be a better world over here,  that there was a reason to leave my home and risk my life  and give up my dream of an embroidery store, and leave mother all alone, and my cat...." But what was really troubling Stacey was that her sister had possibly died in vain.


So she set about to see what was in this new land, what else was she to do?  She felt the Wall behind her with both hands, and she pushed off.   It felt like letting go of the side of the swimming pool and suddenly finding yourself in the deep end.


The land truly looked the same! But a mirror image land.  There was a house in the distance that looked like her house, a forest to the west, (she checked the compass that was built into her watch to make sure), and another rose garden.  She started running toward the roses, a familiar sight.  The colors were so bright and vivid that they glowed in the early morning sun.  For the sun had certainly risen as she moved thru the Wall.  Was the passage of time the same here?


As she skidded to a stop in the dirt of the garden, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the gorgeous rose scent.  It was religious! And she heard something, very small, very dainty;  something like voices singing:


"You're finally here, hooray hooray, you're finally here HOORAY!"
And what was so funny is that it was  her sister's voice.


"Lana? Is that you?" Stacey asked hesitantly.


"Of course it is, don't you recognize my voice?"


"Yeesssss.  But it's like your voice times 10 thousand! All of the roses sound like you did and are talking like you at the same time!"


"Of course!" 10 thousand Lana's said, echoing about in the air.  "Here Stacey, take the petals from one flower, just like you did in our garden, and put them in your pocket.  Then you'll only hear one of me."


So Stacey chose the most beautiful of all, a lavender rose with a fuchsia flame.  As she grabbed the flower and started to pull, a different kind of voice spoke.  A deep boy voice saying,
"What the hell are you doing to my roses?"


to be continued........


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