WE ARE NOT CALLING IT MAGICAL DEATH SPIT

Ah yes, prophecies.

That one love triangle. You know the one.

Large magic man has daddy issues.

Don’t you just hate it when plants take over the world?

Grudge from 2000 years ago? ABSOLUTELY

Seriously, the love triangle.

*cries in mind reader*

The gays deserved better. The ending of book 10. Please.

Yay mud.

*incorrectly speaks aquatic*

Angry princess time.

How did the most dangerous character in the entire series get defeated by a bunch of five year olds?

Q: I don’t like royalty, they all kinda suck, except my queen, she’s great. I hope I don’t have to see another one besides her ever again.

W: Hello.

W: It’s me.

The pink and yellow one is probably a lesbian.

The word thrilling.

Two cows.

Small child adopts lesbian leaf girlfriends as her new parents via excited screeching noises.

Casual egg vibe check, oh no there goes the prophecy-

Three moons, the love triangle.

*casually sets wasp nest on fire* sorry my finger slipped

WHERE BOOK FOURTEEN

Strawberry.