"He's waking us up at the cost of his life."
“Then do something!” Diane shouts in frustration.
“What do you want me to do? Pop up out there like the fairy godmother from your hilarious and wild imaginations then swish my polished tree stick around? Or saying some unintelligent words as ‘spells’ to make everything all right like a fixed broken thing, mended into what was like it before it broke?”
The girl said with her hands moving around while she talking. Making movements that may seem ‘magical’ or something. Then she laughs like something she said was funny.
“Both you and I know that we cannot do anything. I cannot do anything if you cannot remember, you cannot do anything since you cannot remember. Our powers are locked up along with our memories all because of some concoction that
