The guard’s unwillingness to give in made Meryl impatient. She lurched forward, almost falling once again. The guard reached for her but she already picked herself up. She wavered like an old car, flying carefully but fast enough to reach for her destination. Once the guard noticed where she was heading, she blocked her way.
“Let me through and we would have no problems.”
“I would risk my life stopping you.”
“Son of a...” Meryl mumbled. It was easy enough for the guard to block her path and it frustrated Meryl.
“Mother, what do I do now?”
‘Close your eyes and picture where you want to go. Wrap yourself in your magic and propel yourself forward.’
Meryl did as she was told. When she opened her eyes, she was directly in front of the Epitome.
“Wha... how... is that space magic?!”
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