Rosalie
The transportation spell or enchantment that Anana used was nauseating. Lolli and I were both dry heaving at the quick transport. We appeared in an old cabin that was worse for wear. There were cobwebs in the corners of the room, the floorboard were littered with holes and dirt. Bugs were crawling across the counters. There weren’t any electronics in the home and no decorations to be spoken of. It was abandoned and dark as well as the outside, which means we were far from any sort of civilization. My arms and legs were still broken and my back still contorted to a terrible position, holding in the pain was becoming difficult as I laid on the bare floor.
Lolli was sitting on the floor, her legs held up against her chest as a few tears dropped down her face. The look of terror on
