Belle had been with the caravan for a month now, and quite enjoyed it. They went around and saw all sorts of things. Her friendship with Elana remained intact, and her magical secret kept. One day, the caravan stopped dead in its tracks. A large tree was in their path. The men were whispering to each other. Belle and Elana looked at each other and grinned. They began running through the woods. The trees reached high above their heads and leaves blanketed the ground, coming up to the girls' ankles. They came into a large clearing of soft grass. Belle tackled Elana to the ground, and they rolled around for a bit, laughing. After a while they stood up and began to chase each other around the clearing. Suddenly some of the leaves from the edge of the clearing picked up and began to surround Belle, swirling around her like a hurricane.

"What's happening?", asked Elana.

"This... this happened the day Mother died", Belle replied. "I think... it means something bad is going to happen."

At that moment there was a crashing noise from one side of the clearing and two men ran in with swords. "Hello girls", said one, grinning. "You have any money for us?"

"No", Elana replied, "Not for you."

They looked at each other. "Well, a couple of girls like you could sell for plenty." They began to move forward with the swords.

Without a thought, Belle raised her hands, lifting the men up, then tied them together with rope and sent them flying over the treetops. "Wow", said Belle. "Didn't know I could do that."

"That was amazing!", Elana replied.

Unfortunately, one of the men from the caravan had seen. "You have magic?", he asked, angry.

"Yes..."

"No magicians aboard our caravan, young lady. You're going home."