Flash
I sighed. A dark figure flew over. “Run!” shouted a young woman with blue hair. “It’s Maleficent!”
“Evie!” shouted a girl with purple hair, I assumed to be Mal. “She’s just lost my sister. My step-sister. I don’t care a frick about her.”
“The sooner we save them, the sooner we can stop Mal,” I said. “If she brings her back to life, who knows what will happen?”
“Let’s do this!” cried Rapunzel determinedly.
“We should find out directions from someone,” said Twilight.
I looked at my kids. “I know who we can ask.”