Tears filled her eyes as she thought about all she had lost—her friends, home and car. Mainly, she was upset about her friends and family. She’d learned long ago that she could easily replace things—family and friends she could not. If it weren’t for her sisters, mother and Maria, she wouldn’t be so upset. Her gaze captured by the intricate scene embroidered on the canopy over her head, she thought about the beauty she’d already seen on this world. Priska. Her new home was called Priska. Sitting up, she stood and moved toward the large window. The drapes hung from the ceiling to the floor. “Oh, my,” she said when she pulled the thick material open. Apparently, the house—it was more like a castle, really—was on a cliff. It was a very tall cliff. The large window gave her an unobstructed view of the ocean. Looking down, she gasped and backed up. The clear, glass floor below her feet showed her the waves crashing on the rocks below.
