Prologue
Big green eyes stared awed at the pendant her mother was holding before her. Her little fingers twitched to reach out and touch it. It was so pretty.
"Can I hold it mom? Please!" she whined. The older women chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm, she smiled, one day her little girl would become a great treasure hunter like her ancestors.
"Sure…" she said, smiling and holding the pendant over her daughters waiting hands, the girl watched entranced. Her eyes shadowed a little when her mother stopped moving the pendant closer to her hand, they twitched. A pout graced her face. Her mother saw and chuckled. Always so impatient. "…But, you have to be careful, it's very old" she said. The little girl perked up, and beamed, nodding her head enthusiastically. Her mother placed the pendant in her waiting hands.
Little hands gripped the pendant delicately, and round eyes were transfixed on the pretty rock. It shinned in the lamp light of her mothers study, it was as clear as crystal, and the symbols etched into its surface seemed to glow.
"Wow!" she said. Her mother sighed and leaned back in her chair a soft smile adorning her face. She watched her little girl handle the old pendant as if it was going to break.
"Where did you get this mommy?" she asked glancing up at her mother from her place on the Persian rug.
"I got it from my mother…" she said, she held out her hand for her daughter to give it back, the girl pouted but handed it back. "…and she got it from her mother…." she continued, tying the old pendant back around her neck, it dangled closed to her heart. "…and her mother got her from her mother, and so on" she finished, looking at her little girl.
"Whoa, that's a lot of mothers" she said, her childlike innocence washing over her mother like a tidal wave. Her mother chuckled.
"Yes it is" she said, lifting her daughter into her lap. The little girl snuggled against her mother's side, her warmth making her grin. Her green eyes staring at the necklace that hung around her mother's neck. Her mother ran her hand through her long blonde hair.
"Mommy?" the little girl questioned. Her mother made a humming sound at the back of her throat. "I'm going to find the city one day" she said, smiling up at the her mother. Her eyes showing she meant it. Her mother smiled down at her little girl. She pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Then I wish you luck" she said. Her daughter smiled, and snuggled closer, her eyes growing tired and a yawn escaping. She smiled. Her daughter would find the city, she just knew it.