Astrid held out her hands. She was alone in the forest, the silence surrounded her.
She could hear a strange buzz around giving her a tingly feeling going down her spine,
like a bee was settling on the object that she was holding in her hand.
She held the flower so protectively in front of her.
Her hands were suddenly filled with a great confiting warmth,
as a silvery light pulsed from the object. She happily said
“It must be magic” she muttered excitedly under her breath.
“It has to be magic “
