Continued from last week’s story…
“Grandmother? How-what are you doing here?” Sharise asked, surprised.
“I’ve been watching you and you need my help.” Her grandmother replied.
“So you know what mother did?”
“No, I did not know you were trapped until your sister used magic.” She held up her hand to show Sharise a green ring. “It’s a magic ring and comes in a pair. It helps me to detect her magic. Where is she, by the way?”
Sharise’s face reddened. “We got in an argument.”
“It doesn’t matter now. Come, take my hand. I want to show you something.” Sharise obeyed and took her grandmother’s wrinkly hand.
She felt a burst of wind and next thing she knew, she was sitting on a familiar bench. She recognized this place. She’s in the church just blocks from home. “What are we doing here?” Her grandmother didn’t answer. She stood and walked down the aisle. Sharise followed her to a small door by the stage. She pushed the door open and was surprised by what she found. “Grandmother, do you practice here?”