She had gone to her parents and sister who were lying in bed in a state of semi-consciousness for essentials.
“I will return to treatment of this disease. You will pray.”
“Come on Bella,” Aziro called out to her. Hmmm ... A farewell glance at them all, she sat on the magic carpet and flew away.
The carpet was rising in the air and the magic land was far from her sight. The royal physician had said that soon everyone would turn to ice because of this disease, before she had to return to find a cure.
The light from the ring was making its way through the clouds.
She looked at Aziro, who was sitting on the carpet, tired and maybe asleep, but who could sleep there?
With her hands tied for hours, she rested her face on her hands.
Today she was free. She was allowed to do magic. There wa
