Charlotte POV. "Mom, my magic," I cried out to her, it's been four days and my magic was still gone, locked inside of me, refusing to come out, we have tried more than one spell, but all of them have left me hurt, injured, one of them almost killed me. "I know Charlotte, I'm trying," Mom says her eyes locked on her book, reading about magic being bounded, but I guessed the books didn't have the solution to my dilemma. "Mom, maybe she should be going to the fey realm," Olli suggests. "No, I'm not sending my daughter without the ability to defend herself," Mom says. "Mom, if I go there, I can talk to Tristan, or Uncle can help me, someone can help me," I said. "No, the queen still got it out for you," Mom objects. "Mom the queen is on trial, she can't touch me, and helping me would be on her side and not mine," I say to mom. "You can not go there Charlotte, don't even think about it," Mom objects again. "Mom, it's my magic we're talking about, we can't just do nothing, stay her
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