The big, strong carriage rolled on. It was her father's carriage, the best one he had. It moved smoothly, but fast. Nephtar sat inside, looking out the window. The trees went past, blurry and green. They were tall and thick, and they seemed to be running away.

Nephtar looked at the trees and thought. She had a plan. A big plan. She touched the small, silver box in her lap.

It was heavy, and it felt important. She thought to herself, "It's time. It's time to get what is mine." Her voice was ...