Prologue
The house was surely wrecked. Thankfully, the hurricane had gone, but it had taken almost everything with it. Anything that did remain was in ruins, except for me and my little black Lab puppy, Mocha. I shivered and cuddled Mocha. My usually undaunted puppy whimpered as hot tears tumbled down my cheeks. I stared out across the flat land, littered with remnants of what use to be.
"Mom?" I called out tentatively. I listened carefully, but I heard nothing except the soft wind whispering sadly against Mocha’s fur. By now, I was quietly sobbing.
"Mom? Dad?" I cried out to nothing. I wept into Mocha's fur, drenching the poor puppy. I picked through the piles of debris, picking up anything intact with sentimental or useful value. Incredibly, I found a recognizable five dollar bill that was torn and crumpled. I had never found money before.
Sirens wailed in the distance, symbolizing the police, ambulance, and any others who were coming. I stuffed what I'd found in a barely intact bag, grabbed a confused Mocha, and ran in the general direction of a faraway house.
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The Jeweled Box
FantasyArika lost almost everything at the age of four, and has been living with her parents' closest friends ever since. Now fifteen, she discovers what her most prized possesion and her parents' darkest secret is- a jeweled box. Arika goes on a journey...
