Fire, death, destruction. Her life was on peril. Scared to cross the line of life or death, the girl stood, stiff from shock. Then she remembered, the gleaming black orb now out of her hand, speeding through the air, it was just a simmering blur. It is time to fight fire with fire.
YOU ARE READING
A Flight to The Moon.
FantasyNot good at descriptions, WARNINGS VERY CRINGEY HAS A VERY CONFUSING PLOT
