"Don't you talk about my mother!" Maple snarled and flapped her wings.
"Don't spread your wings, Maple," Anastasia warned. "Because if you do, you won't be able to fly again!" Saying that Anastasia flung the beams that had gathered in her hands towards her wings.
"Jealous, little cousin!" Maple laughed as she lifted off the ground and dodged her. "Do you miss flying?"
"No Maple." Anastasia shouted and flung another beam. "I can be sick of you but never jealous!"
Maple laughed again and flew to the right where Aidan and Guarhal were standing. Her speed was so strong that the two wizards fell on the ground. Immediately they got up and whirled around to send red beams at her, but she was too quick. She flew higher and avoided those beams altogether.
"Leave her to me," Anastasia growled, as she ran towards her.
