Erica Mio: Dragons of Zetara (Prologue)The light of day was disappearing, shedding a deep reddish hue on the sports car that was speeding down the town’s main boulevard. “Damn. Why are there are never any shops open at this time?” The driver, a younger middle-aged man, was cursing under his breath. “Come on! Somebody has to be open.” He hit the steering wheel with his palm, causing the car to swerve a little. He kept looking from side to side on every street he could remember a shop ever being on, desperate to find anything still open. His frustration was mounting and his patience was wearing thin. Philip Mio was looking for a gift for Erica, his six year-old daughter. there were only three days left before she turned seven, and he hadn’t found anything she might like.She wasn't into dolls or ponies, or dresses with frills - nothing remotely girly, in fact. Her specific distastes eliminated most shops that populated Greenridge. His search was coming up empt
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