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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Cindy Meikin, a high school senior, has a strange experience that puts her in contact with Sylvia, a girl her own age from another world. After taking Sylvia home she discovers that her mother, Natasha and herself came from this world and not from Eastern Europe as she had always been told. Cindy, Natasha and Sylvia return to through a void to find themselves involved in an ongoing war against foreign invaders. They meet Archwizard Lightshield, who originally knew Natasha, in a castle under siege. Cindy also finds that she is an Emerald Eye Wizard and has strange magical powers in this new land that come to her without being called upon. The adventure continues with Cindy's powers becoming stronger and seemingly being controlled by some unknown force. Other characters include dwarfs helping to defend Uronia, Prince Gerard from a northern country in the same world and some dragons they seek out to help in their battles. But why has this all happened to Cindy? What is her real connection with Sylvia and will the pair be able to drive off a ruthless enemy?

eBook Publisher: Eloka Systems, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2004

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Ross Richdale's Emerald Eyes Series

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Words: 64900
Reading time: 185-259 min.
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Cindy Meikin was bored. She gazed around the classroom and stifled a yawn as her math teacher told everyone for the third time there were only three weeks until the senior exams. She wished they were all over and the summer vacation had arrived. "As if we didn't know," said her friend Tess from the seat next to her.

"True," sighed Cindy. She glanced out the window to where a bird was flittering around the branch of an adjacent tree. Without really thinking she stretched her right hand down the side of the desk to relieve cramp caused by constant writing. Her fingers touched something and tingled. It wasn't unpleasant but unexpected and she glanced down at her hand.

"Oh, my God," she whispered. She could see nothing beyond the end of her sweater sleeve. Where was her hand? She jerked her arm up and it reappeared. It felt cold as if it had been removed from a warm pocket on a winter's day. With the math lesson forgotten, she gingerly dropped her arm down the side of the desk again. Her eyes widened in amazement as her fingers followed by her whole hand disappeared from view. She gasped. "I'm glad you're finding the lesson interesting, Cindy," said her math teacher with sarcasm in her voice. Cindy turned white. "I'm sorry, Miss Hughes," she replied.

"Are you feeling ill, Cindy?" Allison Hughes asked kindly. "If you're not well you can go to the medical room."

Cindy smiled faintly. "No, I'm fine, Miss Hughes." The teenager stole another glance down at her arm and wriggled her fingers. She saw nothing; only an empty sleeve but there was feeling in her fingers. She stretched further down and touched something cool and solid. In fright, Cindy jerked her hand and stared at the place where it had been. All she could see was the blue carpet and a bit of litter on the floor. Once more she slipped her hand down the side of the desk and again her fingers, followed by the rest of her hand, disappeared. She reached further. Yes, there was something there ... some invisible object.

With infinite care, she gripped whatever it was between her thumb and forefinger and held on. The object felt quite light as she lifted her whole arm up. As her hand appeared she stifled another gasp. She held a small oval shaped mirror. She lifted it onto the desk and gazed at her reflection. Bright green eyes stared back at her from an oval face surrounded by blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail to comply with school regulations. The mirror looked quite normal, but it began to feel felt warm. She glanced away when her teacher coughed and pretended to concentrate on the lesson before stealing another look at the object. This time, though, the mirror didn't reflect her image. It was completely black. Cindy frowned and shook it. The surface moved and, before her eyes, formed into a series of shapes or characters like a foreign language such as Hindi or Hebrew. "What are you?" she whispered and shook the instrument again. It was obviously something far more sophisticated than a mirror.

Perhaps it was one of those generation three mobile phones The silver characters moved again until they formed two words written in English. Touch me, it spelt out. "Touch me," whispered Cindy as she bent over closer. "Where?" The words faded and a new word formed in the top right hand corner. Here! Cindy reached out and pressed the top corner with her little finger. Immediately the silver lines made an impression of her fingerprint on the black surface. For a second it stayed before everything faded and new words appeared. You are true and I have found you.

Those words also faded to be followed by, Keep me hidden. Show nobody. Promise? "I guess so but who are you? " asked Cindy. Will soon explain. Danger! Must go. The words went fuzzy and her reflection stared back at her? "Cindy, are you okay?" It was her friend Tess speaking. "You look as white as a sheet." Cindy shrugged. "I just feel a little queasy, that's all." "Well go to the medical room," said Tess. "I'll come with you." "I'll be okay," said Cindy. She glanced at the instrument in her hand again and saw it still looked like a mirror. She slipped it in her pocket and smiled at Tess. "It's only ten minutes to the end of math."