As I walked into the ballroom followed by Maxwell, Angel and July, I noticed several camp beds whit wounded lying on them. I went up to the throne. July had already explained to me that the smaller throne that Luna usually sat in had been removed, but since I was to be the judge, there was only the big throne. Without really looking at anyone, I went up and sat down. I had Maxwell on my right, Angel was standing to my left and July was slightly backwards to my left. I saw a lot of familiar faces but was missing a few. "Where's TarTio?" I whispered discreetly to Maxwell, "Nobody has seen her since she and your father carried away Primula's body.” I nodded, I didn't know that much about how witches were laid to rest and then nothing at all about witches using black magic. "And my father?" I
