LUNA CHLOE BAXTER.
The air rushed past me, chilling me as I fell closer and closer to the pointed rocks below. I had accepted my fate. I suddenly stopped in mid-air. held there inches above death by some invisable force. I reached out and touched the tip of the nearest rock. It was razor sharp, and I winced as it cut into my paw. I watched as my blood dripped down it, the crimson a stark contrast to the dull grey. The rocks began to move out of my reach as I felt myself being pulled back up the cliffside. I could feel the magical force holding me, wrapped around me like huge invisable arms. I was pulled back into the cave, where I landed on my backside. The woman stood over me, laughing happily. I hated what she had done to me, but I hated that I had fallen for it even more.
I got to my
