you were 8, youngest of the Wytte family. During the attack in the Desert by Aisha’s kingdom, Dani, Dorian, and Damien all saw you. With Angela, their mom. They hadn’t seen you since you were 4. You had a black cloak on, covering most of your face. Your hair was long, and black. You were riding a broom.

Monica: “Damien..?? Isn’t that your sister..?”

William: “No way…”

Dani was crying into Marks shoulder, while Nico comforted Dani.

Angela was talking to you, you simply nodded, Shot a spell at a dragon, And it fell to the ground.* Dead.

Dorian: “Oh my god… she just took down a dragon…”

Aisha: “she’s to powerful..”