Chapter 1

Ok... So before we go on with the story, here are some few things you should or need know before reading:

• MEGANESE is an orange rock (precious stone) given to the village of zooba by the gods as a reward for 'hardwork', it will be explained later and much better in the story, and this is all fiction, I created everything in my head, so Meganese isn't real. As well as the village Zooba, and please for any typing error, forgive me for I am also human and it is common for something like this to happen.

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A long time ago, well not very long time but like a hundred or two years ago, in the village of Zoóba, There lived a poor little family, whose main income was from the fire wood which they sold from their last owned forest ( which was almost getting desertificated ), They were the family of the tehkas, the family only had a child now, they had lost their two children previously for very unknown reasons, the only child left was a girl; her name was Telma, She was their only child and was only cherished by her mom, on the other hand, her father disliked her, and thinks that she is bad luck and is the reason for the death of his two sons and also his family's hardship. 'how?' she would always think but brush it off immediately. Telma was only eleven years old, upon going through the pain of losing two siblings and loneliness of being an alone child, she had her head straight, and a such a young age, she knew quite a lot about the game of life and always looked bold, strong and very smart.

It was another day, and another struggle and Telma got up and yawned while stretching from bed, well not really bed but a pile of dirty and shaggy rags which she lies on every night to sleep, after that, she greeted her mom 'good morning' before sweeping their tiny compound which was barely even fenced. When she was done, she saw her dad coming from a distance and she ran to him and helped him with the load of firewood he had held, she then greeted him. "Good afternoon father", but he did not reply, she just thought he didn't hear her and decided to say it again, "Good afternoon fat---" "How can you be saying good afternoon when the cock has not even crowed once?!" Interupted Telma's father, as usual with frustration. "But father I told you to teach me how to differ---", but before she could finish, he cuts in. "Teach you what?, A girl like you needs that kind of knowledge for what?, Please just take your foolish self with the kitchen with the firewood and stay there!" Those mean words replayed and bubbled in Telma's head, and she knew she had to change her father's mindset on who he thinks she is.

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