"The Working Girl" by lightninglover34 Hunnybee sighed as her daughter's voice rang out for the seventeenth time that hour. Plodding down the hall and yanking open the door, she stumbled through the sea of plushies covering the rug and arrived, alive, by the side of the bed. "What now?"
Shadowchild: Part Four Dayne decided that she was glad that she wasn't the one who possessed such a coveted magic as the Storm - in stories, books, or legends,
owning unique magic was seemingly a blessing, but she now realized that in truth it was a curse in disguise...