The Lost Forgotten(ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Annabella walked down the gravel path, her green eyes focused on the ground in front of her. She was walking home from school. Over her shoulder was her blue book bag and she was striding along in her red sneakers, black ankle socks, black and blue t-shirt, and blue jeans. Annabella's black hair was swishing behind her. She looked up at the blue sky, at the fluffy clouds that were perfect for picking out the little pictures of alligators and cars.

She passed many small houses, as she lived in a small village, which all had their own garden, whether it be in the front or backyard. The small town of Daschville had a weekly Farmer's market, where all the families sold their extra goods. The town thrived off of farming. Annabella's family grew mostly wheat and potatoes. They made a lot of baked goods and their potatoes were the best in the village. And of course the village people also grow pumpkins, flowers, fruit trees, and much more.

Daschville was a small and peaceful town, getting fresh water from the mountains and fish from the river and sea that surrounded the island Daschville was on. Gorchas island holds many beautiful flowers and many old traditions. Some of them include their 'Selestia Festival' which was their celebration of a marriage or a birth. Then there was the 'Moarty Moartu' which is the celebration tradition of a proposal of love, wether it be marriage or only teen dating. And then there is the 'Slubalo Serestine' which is the 'party of the dead.' These celebrations meant much to the Gorchas people.

Annabella stepped up the stone steps, into her house where she lives with her grandmother. "Lemoola? I'm home Lemoola," she said as she opened the door.

What she saw stopped her in her tracks. Her grandmother was lying on the floor, in a puddle of blood. Annabella ran over to her Lemoola and said, "Lemoola! Grandmother! Wake up! Please get up!" She went to pull on her arm when she noticed that there was a piece of paper in her outstretched hand. Annabella opened her Lemoola's hand and took the paper. It read:

My dear Sachat,

I suppose you have found me dead. The reason, dear Sachat, daughter, is because I was one of the last Reghmyths, or Spirit Ones, of the Barchlas Feerth, the Sacred Stone. He who killed me wants the Sacred Stone. I have entrusted it to you. Your journey will be dangerous, but I trust in you. Sachat, you need to collect the stone from where it has been lost and forgotten. I shall not rest until I know it is safe with you. Trust only two people: yourself and Taggo. He will be there with you on your journey. Go, get him and be on your way. In your room I have put another letter. You will know what else to do when you find it. Sadly, I cannot give you any clues for I believe this will go into the wrong hands. Now go! Don't waste your precious time, daughter!

Your Lemoola

A tear escaped from Annabella's eye as she got up to go to her room. When she walked in she quickly locked the door. She looked to her bed, which had blue sheets, blankets, pillows and--a music box. She closed her curtains and turned on her lamp. The music box needed a key, and Annabella knew just where to get it. She dropped the music box on her bed and ran to her dresser.

She opened the doors and took out her jewelry box, opened it and searched through its colourful contents until she found her butterfly necklace. The butterfly's left wing was oddly shaped, and it fit perfectly into the music box's lock. She clicked it open and a beautiful song broke out. It was a song about a traveler and his journey, love and treasure. Inside there was another piece of paper.