on her. She realized she should've worn more sunblock, but oh well, she'll find a nice mall and spend the day in there. She looked around. There was a lot of commotion on the streets, pe

r the day, and felt lost in the bustle as she moved through the crowd speaking a different language to one another. She knew

f the shop. It was painted a bright blue, and the furniture was wooden and carved ornately, which she couldn't help but like. The shopkeeper spoke enough English for her to order ice water and a cortado. He was a curious looking man with small black eyes peering out from dark,

ve made her father gag, such as a plastic pharaoh's head, a little model of the pyramids, stuff like that. Her dad was a

to make her way down the still bustling market streets and towards the apartment. As she walked she passed by an alleyway where an old lady sat. She was completely covered in black and on her

assandra motioned towards the crystal ball on the lady's lap, but when her fingers got close to the sphere, the lady swatted her hand away with a flash. Cassandra recoiled bsck and was about the mouth off

thought, she i

minutes Casandra thought the lady might have fallen asleep or something and started to

rying to pull out from her

tes, looked at Casandra dead in the eyes with a crazed look in hers. Cassandra began to wriggle but

shed it away and took advantage of the moment to stand to her feet and start to run. The lad

elled back, "I

ded the lady a quarter and ran away. The lady was still calling out to her in another language but Casandra did not look back or stop until she

ered it to find a very curious object. It was a crown or tiara of some kind, but not like anything she ever saw before. It was

uld wear this?"

to see it. What if it's important? But, then she thought she did not want to tell he

be forgotten. It w