I shrieked loudly, as my mother charged on into The Guest Room; I was stood in my lacy briefs, without my bra on. I was still getting dressed from having just showered.
'Arianna, apologies for the intrusion. We need your help in the forest immediately'. Dorothy frowned at me.
Dorothy wore a dark green dress and she has her hair hanging loosely swinging above her shoulder.
My whole body went cold in response.
'What has happened to Brax?'. I whispered weakly. A sharp feeling of dread running up my spine.
'He is.. out of control.. and we have an injured Warlock. Dexter has gone to get some tranquiliser darts in town.. but-'. She frowned.. looking at my anxious face.
I cut her off with tears in my eyes.
'But that will take time that this injured Warlock might not have'. I whispered, weakly.
She nodded in response.
'If anyone can calm him it is likely to be you, my dear'.
