Chapter 17
As she stomped through the woods, Germaine cursed her fate. How was it that amongst the trillions of population on earth, it was her bakery, Storm and the others had appeared in. It was preposterous at best. Why did that have to happen to her?
What kind of shoddy fate do I have? She thought.
It is your destiny. A voice whispered inside her mind.
"Shut up already."
A deer which had been drinking from a nearby brook looked at her for a few seconds before running off.
"Great! Now I've chased that harmless animal away."
She kicked at some stones at her feet, but instead of hitting them, she missed and stumbled. She fell flat on her backside as pain lanced her behind. She could not help it. She began to bawl like a baby she was not.
Ever since the mage had cast a mind sharin
