Yuna: There was a time, not very long ago when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916, and my father, Cloud, was the Czar of Imperial Russia.
We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule, and that night, no star burned brighter than Zoey, my eldest sister and best friend.
She and I loved our grandmother very much that when she came to the celebration, we begged her not to leave. But instead of giving us an answer she just smiled and handed us a small box.
Zoey: Is it a jewelry box?
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Works From the Past
Short StoryHello there. If you've stumbled your way upon this book, then I welcome you, young traveler. Inside this book are pages filled with a young girl's imagination. Sadly, these stories will never see the light of day again. The ideas I had for these sma...
