Chapter 25

  Louisa’s POV

  "Little rascal. What are you doing up on an elephant’s head?"

  I heard a familiar voice.

  I couldn’t believe what I heard.

  "Uma?! Is that you?!" I cried out and tried to get down.

  The mother elephant used her trunk to wrap me again.

  She carried me and put me down next to a blurry figure.

  I struggled to get up, but I could only lift my body up with one arm.

  A pair of warm and gentle hands were placed on my waist and lifted me up.

  Then, I smelt it. The fragrance of thyme and hypericum.

  "Uma… It’s really you! I’m not dreaming! You’re here with me. You aren’t dead!" I cried in her arms.

  Her skin was soft and tender.

  "I know. I know. Little rascal. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone." she said.

  I lifted my hands to touch her face.

  Her eyebrows, her nose, her lips and her chin.

  It was really her!

  "Uma, Lucian said that you were dead…" I cried, "He said you bit your own tongue and you were burnt in the fire…"