Aliyah’s POV

Lyra was frantic. She paced, her red hair dancing against the morning breeze

The witch was missing and the sword too.

At least, we still had the horse. The witch was kind enough to leave Aresia.

“What could have happened?” she was asking, worried.

There was only one thing. “She escaped,” I declared.

She kept saying she was not able to open her fifth chakra and I found it spooky. And when I challenged her about how she was going to steal the moon, she definitely sent that forest scorpion to bite me.

But Lyra was shaking her head. “Why will she do that?”

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