Few days later, Amby sat in her room, surrounded by the familiar comforts of her art supplies and books, she could not shake off the feeling that there was more to her life than what she currently knew.
All the phone numbers she called to find out the whereabouts of the crystal yielded no positive result. Gabe had told her to wait for more responses from the internet. Meanwhile, the search for the Lunar crystal had sparked a new sense of curiosity within her, and she found herself wondering about her own roots.
Her birthmark, seemed to be the main clue to her search. She had always thought that it was just a random birthmark, but now she knew that it held a deeper significance.
The note and poem that had accompanied her to the orphanage still stood as a mystery to her. The words seemed
