MAYA'S POV

This is when I turn to my left, where a pink-haired girl is leaning against a tree trunk with her arms wrapped around her small frame. "I shouldn't have left them." I mutter.

“You couldn't have done anything, okay? Don't blame yourself,” she says.

I glance down with a sigh. My clothes are ruined, torn in most places, smoked and, bloody. "What is this? I'm the Hex Queen, so they're just going to take them, hurt them on my behalf? I have to do something."

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