Chapter One Hundred & Fifty Eight: The Secret of The Map

She touched the mirror like structure and felt her hand go through slowly, then suddenly she was dragged with so much force, stumbling into another wardrobe and hitting her head against something.

"Dear me!" Velma groaned. She wondered how many times in a day she was going to get herself hit.

"You promised to wait until the time is right," Evgenikós said, steadying Velma. She winced slightly and rubbed her head. "Goodness me, your forehead is solid like a rock," commented Evgenikós. "It is no wonder that you are stubborn."

"The time was right, the time is not right..." Velma said. "I do not have the time, Evgenikós! I must leave. My people are in danger."

"So are my people, but I cannot yet go to them."

"Give me the map," Velma said to Evgenikós.

"The map is outdated," Evgenikós replied.

"Just hand it over if it is outdated. It will mean it is of no use to you."

Evgenikós took in a deep breath. "Why do you want the map."