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Chapter 3 Alinqua opened her eyes and blinked a few times and gasped at where she was. Senequia wasn’t disgusting or smelly or like anything her mother had described Senequia as in her journal. There were flowers of every color and the willow trees surrounding her looked as though alive. “Amy?” Alinqua spun around and saw a middle-aged looking man with green eyes and curly black hair. “No, my name is Alinqua,” she said. “Amy is my mother.” “Ah, I see,” the man said, with a strange look of sadness in his eyes. “My name is Deriv. You look like your mother in many ways.”