Fifteen year old Ivy Wilson is whisked off to Yazmine, a world similar to Earth, where she finds herself in the midst of a war threatening Yazmine’s survival and way of life. Ivy is taken in by one of Yazmine’s clans. This Native-American based clan cares for her and protects her after she comes to Yazmine. Awed by this new place, the war seems distant and unreal. Ivy grows to love Yazmine and its inhabitants and while they carry the burden of the war, she has yet to experience any of their pain. However, when Ivy is captured by Malum, a sorcerer fueled by revenge, she witnesses the effects of the war firsthand. Malum can control fire and has enough power to see Yazmine’s destruction through. When Ivy is rescued, she wants nothing more to do with this strange land. After a while, the effects of the war on others convince her to stay and she enlists in the battle to protect her newfound home, friends, and her own future. The price of war is heavy and, if any are going to survive, it must be paid.
I had always believed in unicorns, even when the rest of the world no longer did.
“What you writing there, Ivy?” I jumped and spun my head around to see a classmate looking over my shoulder.
“Nothing.” I said in a shrill voice as I slammed my notebook closed. At least half the class turned around and looked at me after my outburst. I could feel myself blushing. I ducked my head and looked at the carpet. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?
The bell rang and I jumped again. Perfect timing! I slung it over my shoulder and raced out of the classroom. Awesome! It was time for lunch!
I hurried into the cafeteria and over to my table of friends, bumping into a few chairs in the process.
“Hey, Ivy,” said Amelia as I sat down.
“How’s the story coming?” Amelia nodded at the notebook I still had cradled under my arm.
Amelia started to eat her lunch and I dug into my own as well. I started to zone out and ignore the conversation going on around me. I looked around the school cafeteria. Four grades full of students eating their food in unison. Just like every day. We were like a cow herd. The bell rang, we came to school. The bell rang, we went home. We slept, we ate, and followed the same pattern we had our entire lives. It was all one boring routine.
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