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Chapter 1
"Enola, careful!"
Enola heard Helen, but she did not turn around.
"I am being careful!" She shouted back. Enola grinned as she felt the wind whip up her newly grown hair. She tottered and held her arms straight out as she hopped from rock to rock alongside the ocean. Suddenly, a wave curled around Enola's feet and she fell back with a shriek.
"Gotcha," Helen said, grabbing the girl under her arms and placing her on the solid sand.
"Aw, I was doing fine," Enola complained.
Helen smiled and shook her head.
"I'll race you to that tree," Enola said eagerly.
"I can't, I have to make dinner."
"Do you have a stick?"
"Why do you want a stick?" Helen asked.
"I want to draw in the sand."
"So use your finger. Why don't you come up to the hut with me?"
"No, I'm not done playing," Enola said, and she sat down and began to draw.
"All right, come up soon." Helen ruffled Enola's hair and swished her way up through the golden sand.
Enola hummed to herself as she drew a big X in the sand.
"That's the way it was in my dream," Enola murmured. "And now you add two dots, and two lines, and there, it's- AHHHHH!" The sand drawing had opened up like a gaping mouth and was sucking Enola down. "Helen! Heleeennnnn! Gregor! Heellpppp!" Enola's cries were drowned out by a roar. Enola shut her eyes and covered her ears. She felt her stomach drop as she fell faster than a whirlpool could sink a boat. I'm gonna die, she thought. Then, her vision clouded and her head began to spin, and everything went black.
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Helen was almost at the hut when she heard Enola's cries.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" She yelled over the roaring waves. The sea seemed to be running away from her as she sprinted, heart pounding, to Enola. Gasping for breath, Helen looked frantically around. But her heart stopped as she saw a small hand sticking out of a black hole. The hand sank out of sight and the hole closed, leaving only Enola's drawing behind. Helen fell to her knees and scraped desperately at the sand. She felt her head spin and gasped as salty tears leaked down her cheeks.
"Enola," she whispered. "Come back to me. Please."
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