“WHAT DO YOU THINK you are doing?” Bella screeched at her sister.
Bella was fluttering up and down as fast as she could, which was what she always did when she was upset. As she did so, her wings glowed bright red, the color of her anger and frustration. “Kyla, you cannot associate with the Ubilez for any reason! Our father can never know that this change in the Land is all happening because of you! How could you have done this?”
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