Meryl screamed till her voice was hoarse. The force by which she was being pulled through the skies was enough to rend her open but for some reason she was still alive. The branch coiled around her legs held on tight enough so she wouldn’t fall and it seemed to be moving in a direction in which she wouldn’t be injured by projectiles in the air or the wind itself.
She wondered if it was magic.
“Um, branch, if you can hear me, can you please put me down?”
Because of her continuous screams, her voice came out like a whisper. She received no reply and she continued to free fall. Just as she was running out of hope, a pair of familiar violet eyes were before her.
“Help me,” she said as loud as she could.
He looked at her leg and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, I can't.”
“Am I going to
