MoNa: The Orphan Elemental *rough draft*

MoNa: The Orphan Elemental *rough draft*

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When Aura Weathers ' mother dies in a mysterious car accident, she's sent to live with a grandmother she never knew existed. There, she wanders the halls of the strange old manor, finding secret after secret awaiting her at every turn. The biggest secret of all? Magic is real! And her family can use it. She steals a map and sets off in search of a Magical Place where she hopes she can bring back the one thing she wants most of all: her mother.
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