Ambrosia POV
I was falling.
I was in my nightdress watching the ground beneath me rush up to meet me. Fear made my heart pound. Instead of screaming, though, I put my thumb and index finger in my mouth and whistled loudly.
My broomstick came to me- it was something I’d made when I was young, strung with crystals that billowed in the wind alongside the straws of the broom. I pulled it under myself, sighing with relief as it carried me forward. The skies ahead were looking stormy, though- I needed to get out of the air soon.
I looked for safe landing places. The canopy of the woods was too thick beneath me, and I could tell this wasn’t my woods. My mountain was nowhere to be seen, in fact. I dropped in altitude, flying closer to the treetops as flashes of lightning struck nearby. A tre
