The Lost World

My heart was pounding, my palms sweaty, who is this guy? Why does he have the same necklace, skin and hair? What was going on? He turned to look at me from the tree tops, under the light from the last rays of the sun in all his glory, his deep emerald eyes glaring into mine, smiling at my confusion. With one blink, he was gone.

Her ancestry, her family, the necklace, him. What do they all mean? Slowly Mona learns the truth, the truth which she had been shielded from for so many years.