Day Who Knows
Dear Diary,
I’ve been floating around for who knows how long. At least with the topiary situation, I had a friend. Sure, the guy was a whiny downer, but he was still someone to talk to. Now my only buddy is you, dear Diary. These pages are back to being regular paper, but that’s about the only thing that’s going well right now.
Last time, I escaped by reaching out for ley magic. So I try that again.
And again.
And—you guessed it—again.
Nothing happens.
The Ley Queen’s words ricochet through my head.
Ley magic is dynamic. The prison already adapted to close your last means of escape.
Mother wasn’t kidding.
Blue mists swirl around me. The colored tendrils seem to take the shape of the many pained faces in the Pixieland Citadel. How much longer can they stay alive? Wha
