a moment, Donna was taken aback. “I am not yet trained as a Wicca, not even in switching realities,” she admitted.

“If you must come, you must come; we have no time to argue,” said the camel resignedly. “You will ride on my back, and I will fly you to the rightful owner; there is no other way to cross the desert. And we can get you through the Reality Barrier, too; you won’t have to use Wicca magic.” The camel slowly spread a pair of magnificent wings, the color of pearls. Each feather shone like a delicate rainbow.

“How beautiful you are,” said Donna with admiration.

The donkey laughed. “Do you really think so, Wicca? This old camel will be your friend forever!”

The camel looked at him disdainfully. “Be quiet. And n...

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