Yes, it was her tower! She could see the light shining out through that same window! But there’s no balcony! What’s this?
She spun around and instantly recognized the view of the city. I’m on the other side of the tower! How did I get here?
She floated in the rain, confused, looking back and forth from the tower to the empty air over CenterTown.
I went that way, she mused, pointing past her room, then turning, And came from that way... She pointed the opposite direction. I wonder...
Slowly, then building speed, she floated away from the back side of the tower, out into darkness, and in a moment found herself floating before the balcony where she had stood just moments before. Its warm and familiar light looked odd from the outside. She floated forward. Light and understanding were also gathering in her mind. Understanding that troubled her.
My father! He’s enchanted this tower. He new someday I would try this. He knew I would want to leave. She hovered there, clenching her fists, frustration swelling inside her. I really AM trapped. I really AM a prisoner!
She threw her head back and screamed into the rain. She screamed again. Finally, in dejection, she drifted down onto the balcony, opened the door and stepped back inside. Her shoulders shook. Her eyes dripped more rain onto her cloak, and onto the floor.
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