Lord Fred slapped Astra hard.
She punched back, sending him flying backwards.
"A spell," she said softly as Fred struggled off the ground. "A spell. I've been under a spell. No more! No one will mess with the mind of Princess Astra!"
"Come, Lord Fred. We have much to do! We must build a shelter, build a boat and find where we are by the stars of the night!"
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It was a clear night, allowing them to cast off in what they knew was the direction of land.
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It was a cloudy night, filled with storms, forcing them to seek shelter.
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It was a clear night, allowing them to realize land was in reachable distance. But the weather didn't allow them to leave.
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