What have I done? After my little disappearing act I find myself rematerialized a block away, huddled behind a stand of refuse bins. I bury my head in my hands, feeling how warm and tingly they still are from using my magic. Oh, Mistoffelees, what where you thinking?
As the warmth of the magic fades out I feel even colder than I did before. I stifle a whimpering sob and wrap my tail around my legs, trying to figure out what to do next. I'm being torn in a million directions.
What did she say her name was? Zaphia?
I curl up in a ball behind the trashcans, trying to warm myself up so I can think. This time I won't close my eyes though, won't fall asleep so I can be surprised.
"Zaphia…" I whisper it out loud, feeling it on my tongue.
I stare up at the night sky, hoping the stars will spell out an answer for me.