"The Witches…" My words halted in my throat.
Her gaze lingered on me for a second too long, before returning to her young self.
Spells lit up the sky like lightning, ripping holes into the earth and setting the entire tents on fire.
I watched in horror as the witches attacked. The smell of blood, the smoke, the cries of the werewolves tore through the air.
Young Princess Anastasia didn't move an inch away from the tree, she continued pressing her glowing hands against the roots, pouring all her magic into it. Her body trembled from the force of it, and her dress was soaked in sweat and dirt.
"If the tree died, the realm would die with it." Princess Anastasia said, she knelt beside her younger self, her blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"I have relived this moment a thousand times, wishing I could change my decision… but no matter how hard I tried… it remained the same." She brushed her fingers over her younger self's cheeks, but her fingers only passed through her body.
