Chapter 7

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Opal hadn't seen the root of the tree. She hadn't seen that her jump was too short. She hadn't heard Thomas's cry. She hadn't seen the crystal fall from her pocket. Opal skidded onto the grass, staining her beautiful dress greenish. "Ow!" She cried as her head bumped into the thinking statue. Images around her started to swirl and tilt, causing her to feel sick.

"Lilliana!" Thomas cried out. That was the last thing Opal heard after the world went black. 

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