Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27181220-20150819014644

"That's Annie!" Emma yelled, getting excited and a bit bubbly. "Come on, let's fly!" she yelled as her wings beat so fast that they appeared as nothing more than a blur. She zoomed down, and she touched the ground. Instantly, her wings vanished.

Emma gasped when she saw the state Annabelle was in. "Annie!" she yelled, picking up her bloody hand with a prickly barb sticking out. She dropped the unconscious princess's hand and shuddered. "She's so- so cold," Emma said as she shivered.

That's when she noticed the girl lying next to Annie. However, this girl was awake, and apparently trying to wake up Annie.

Emma recognized her as Angeline Patchwork, daughter of the Patchwork Girl of Oz. "Hi," Emma said with a small, slight wave. "I'm Emma, a royally good friend of Annie's. Do you know what happened here?"

Emma looked around at the environment surrounding her. She saw a bush of pretty pink flowers. She gasped. ''Annie must've been hit with one of the barbs! If her arm didn't disintegrate, she must've been poisoned!''