She laid there lifeless. Her lips were icy blue and eyes foggy white. Her aura light now dim and her magyk weak. They left her there for dead, but she wasn’t any ordinary witch, for she was the Queen of Twilight.The hours passed like hummingbirds. When suddenly her hand began to move and slowly she came back to life.
“Magyk” she mummerd as rustled herself up, the world spinning. “Fly!” she excaimed wirling straight up off the ground.She wissed through the clouds, think of what she could do to stop him. For he planned to kill Queen Willow of the humen world and rule it for his own.