Sandra glared at Hazel's puzzled face with wide, glowing eyes. Hazel finally broke an awful silence, "Don't you dare blame him! He didn't tell you to take my power away!" she cried, shouting at the top of her lungs.
Sandra stood there, perfectly motionless.
"Wait...he did?"
"Look Hazel, I've waisted enough of your time. Get over it...your powers are gone and the' re mine."
Oh how I wish Derek was here right now to leap on her to shut her up, Hazel thought to herself, staring at the ground raged with fury.
"May I ask one more question...why did you even want my powers?"
"Look, I'm the leader of a highly trained army and a war occurs every year and with this power, I'll be invincible." Sandra stood proudly.
"Who are you fighting?" Hazel asked, getting curious.
"I don't know..."
Hazel nodded in understanding and sat on the ground. Sandra just stayed where she was and watched. "Lets get outta here." Sandra suggested.
"How? We're stuck in here to die." Hazel looked up at her enemy with annoyed eyes.
"Get under my cape." Sandra held up a glossy black cape from behind her and summoned Hazel to go under it. Hazel shuffled over to Sandra and did what she was told. Suddenly, a wind of twinkling lights shifted around them, swelling into bigger lights and then smaller. Hazel felt the breeze sweep her hair to the side and then, they were outside, standing on the grassy ground. Sandra pulled the cloak away gently and proudly stood.
"Sandra, not only you have my power...but you have magic. Why would you want my power if you already had magic?"
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasíaOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...
