“Drinian do not worry, it is not the last time you will see Constance. We will see her again someday,” Woodphere said comforting Drinian.
Drinian took a deep breath and lifted his head, his eyes red from tears that lingered in them.
“Let’s go home,” Woodphere softly said.
Drinian nodded and dejectedly started the trek back to the palace with Woodphere by his side.
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Constance slowly opened her eyes as she struggled to regain focus. She lay on the ground with leaves and a small branch or two on top of her. Constance pushed them aside as she raised her hand to her head, for she had a nasty headache. Where am I? Did I dream all that?
Constance carefully arose, and as she brushed the leaves from her dress she nudged an unfamiliar object that hung from her neck. She glanced down, and there to her delight was the beautiful necklace which Drinian had given her. It had not been a dream after all! It had really happened! Looking to the ground Constance spotted the pouch of money from Drinian. She opened the pouch to find Canadian currency, just as Drinian had told her.
Constance started to make her way to the house. She opened the door and walked down the hall past the paintings of ships which reminded her of Woodphere’s room.
Constance walked into the living room where her aunt still lay sprawled on the couch with the radio on.
Constance only grinned and shook her head.
“Constance?” Uncle Blake's voice came from his office.
“Yes?” Constance asked, as she entered the room.
“I thought I heard you, seems I was right. Where have you been for the past two hours? Have you been swinging the whole time?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Uncle Blake questioned.
If you only knew Constance thought to herself. “Oh, by the way, here’s some money to help with the bills.” Constance said, putting the pouch in front of her uncle.
“Constance how did you get this?”
“It's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you about it later. I'll call you when it is ready.”
“Alright, you better. Oh, and Constance that is a nice necklace you are wearing today.”
“Thank you,” she replied as she closed the door.
Constance went into her bedroom and closed the door. She gently removed the necklace and put it on her dresser. How many memories that necklace held now. She sat on her bed and closed her eyes. She thought of Drinian and his sweet caring face, his big brown eyes and his cheering smile. Now I know how it feels to truly love someone.
ONE LAST THING
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The author, Heather R. Lorenz, currently a high school student, lives in Ohio. Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia, she transports her readers to another world with a dash of romance, an abundance of adventure and a touch of mystery.
Thank you for taking the time to read A Path Toward Home, the first novel in The Annals of Avonea series. If you enjoyed this book I would be very grateful if you would post a short review on my Amazon book page at: http://amzn.to/19Zvesz
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Heather R. Lorenz
Acknowledgments
I wish to personally thank the following individuals for their contributions to my inspiration and knowledge in creating this book. Not only have they inspired me to be a better writer, but have been my encouragement along the way. First and foremost, I thank God for helping me write this book; He has inspired me in so many ways. I would like to thank Melissa Lorenz and Madeline Brock for advising me throughout the writing of this book and giving me creative ideas. I would also like to thank Marvin Lorenz, LaDonna Lorenz, Carrie Lorenz, Julie Dennison, Lydia Brock, Martha Dennison, Jana Hunkapiller, Kenneth Lorenz, Charlotte Thompson, Diane Thompson and Vivian Faler for providing guidance. I am beyond blessed to have you in my life.
Table of Contents
Cast of Characters
Prologue
A New World
The Journey
Copper
The Disagreement
The Kallies
Reagan
Constance’s Admirer
Dangers
Moolow
Princess Penella
The Meadow
Castle Melody
True Love
The Circle of Return
ONE LAST THING
Acknowledgments
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