More like outcasts

"Childhood is like being drunk, everyone remembers what you did, except you."

~ Anonymous

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-chapter Eighty Two-

"Are you ok?" Amelia asked as she ran towards the girl.

The girl looks up, her eyes glittering with tears. She shakes her head, signifying she wasn't.

Amelia drops the bag on her hand.

The trap had caught her leg, and it's teeth had pierced into her leg.

Amelia placed her hands at either side of the trap. Forcing it open. But the trap didn't budge. She knew nothing about traps, so she looks around it to see if there was an easier way.

As she wanted to force it open the young girl shouted.

She was in pain. Amelia felt sorry for her, she was already losing blood, and if she went to look for help the girl might not survive it.

So the only option was her magic.