Young Writers Society

The moment Wilson received the drawing she was beaming. She held it proudly, eyes shining with a hint of tears.

"I love it," she said, emphatically. "I love it so much. I will treasure it forever!"

She pulled Hablex into a hug. She didn't want to be left out of the hugging. "Have a safe trip home, Hablex."

When Wilson finally let go and Wren took a step back - drawings in both of their hands - Hecate spoke the spell that sent Hablex back to her home. Wren watched as Hablex disappeared in what felt like a blink of an eye. A comforting yet unfamiliar warmth settled in the room as Wren watched her go. In the back of her mind, Wren somehow knew that was what Hecate's magic felt like.

Then there were only four.

The two gods, embodiment of time, and superhero stood in the room for what felt like an eternity. Wren didn't dare move.

Then the goddess of magic was rushing back upstairs, calling the others to follow. Wilson beat Wren to it, but Wren was heading up the stairs before Thanatos did.

Ending up in a pocket reality with people like this wasn't how Wren expected her day to go when she got up that morning, but she wouldn't have wanted it to go any other way.