Mage of Wolves
None of them succeeded, and then one, by one, they disappeared.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. All of them were gone. The only ones left were the good mages from the school, my wolves, and Francis Flamingo, whom I was just noticing for the first time. I looked at her with a questioning expression on my face, and Fionna shouted, “Mama good!”
“Okay,” I said. If she was willing to forgive the woman, who was I to stand in her way? I’d have to get to the bottom of the pink trees another time.
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