"There it is, the pretty witzy waltzing room," Leon chirped as they changed their course into a steep descent, not caring one bit that they were holding Michelle upside down. Blood rushed to her head. Twigs and pine needles scraped her face as they plummeted down the forest. Closing her eyes and hoping for the best was her only option.
Curious to find out where the woodsprites have flown off to with Michelle? You can now read it in chapter 9 of “Stag”. Enjoy!
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