Szedra's eyes sparkled from the aerial view while flying in an open jet. Thoughts of her family ran by her mind as she approached one end of the park. She imagined her father was with her but frowned at the witch who appeared at his side.
The witch had cast a spell on her father making them inseparable. Guilt made her wipe that notion from her mind. The illusion she told her teammates on the first day of Primus was going to come back to bite her. Deep down, she was no saint, and her father could not be there without his new love.
Her mind shifted to her teammates who she considered her friends. Back in her district, her friends only knew she existed when they needed something. Who would have suspected a loser like her to be a guardian?
