The carriage moved along the rocky way, bumping and jolting violently, so much so that every jolt made us lurch forward as if the earth itself was trying to throw us off.

The wooden frame groaned with every uneven stone, and the wheels rattled harshly against the path, sending vibrations up through the floorboards that made my teeth chatter.

I clutched at the sides of the carriage, bracing myself against the next sudden thump, and felt my stomach flip each time we hit a particularly jagged rock.

Dust rose from the dry ground, curling around our legs and settling on our skin, clinging to hair and clothing alike.

The air smelled of dry earth and sun-warmed wood, faintly sharp but not unpleasant, the kind of smell that sticks in your nose and makes you feel alive and alert, aware of every movement and every sound around you.

The trees lining the path swayed gently, their leaves whispering to one another, and the birds above sang as though nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

Their chirps were constant, sometimes high-pitched and rapid like tiny bells ringing in a playful tune, other times soft and lingering like a gentle hum carried on the wind.

A bright red robin flitted from branch to branch, giving a sharp, cheerful "chip-chip" as it hopped along, while a blackbird added a warbling counterpoint, each note stretching longer and richer.

From deeper in the woods, the steady rhythmic tapping of a woodpecker echoed faintly, adding a drumbeat to the melodic chaos.

It was a living, breathing music that wrapped around us, contrasting sharply with the violent bouncing of the carriage.

The girls in the carriage were undeterred by the rocky ride.

They talked loudly over the bumps, their voices bright and melodic.

They laughed at every jolt, teasing each other with quick remarks, their words overlapping in a tangle of cheerful energy.

Their fingers danced across the seatbacks and each other's arms, punctuating their chatter with gestures that made the small carriage feel alive and moving with its own rhythm.

Occasionally one of them would press her face to the window, squinting at the passing scenery, pointing out a particularly bright flower or the glimpse of a small, darting animal.

Their joy seemed endless, bubbling and spilling over into the small space like sunlight in a glass bottle.

Elaris sat in the corner, entirely absorbed in the jewel I had given him.

The small gem rested delicately between his pale fingers, almost weightless in his hands, yet it seemed to glow from within.

It was perfectly transparent, yet not empty; inside, tiny flecks sparkled like starlight caught in a droplet of water.

Light passed through it and bent into a miniature rainbow, fragments of color dancing across Elaris's face as he turned it slowly, tilting it against the sunlight streaming through the carriage window.

He murmured softly under his breath, his lips forming words I couldn't quite hear, a small, delighted smile curving on his face

Every facet of the jewel seemed alive, moving with an inner energy, almost as if it knew it had found the right hands.

I could see him carefully examining each angle, tilting the gem to catch the smallest spark of brilliance, fascinated as if it were a secret universe contained in something so fragile and perfect.

Then, without any warning, the wooden wheels of the carriage exploded with a deafening crack, a sound that tore through the air and made my ears ring.

The entire carriage shook violently as if the ground itself had risen up to throw us off.

Everyone screamed instinctively. Elaris's small hands, which had been so carefully cradling the jewel, opened in shock, and the gem slipped out of his fingers.

Time seemed to slow as it spun through the air, catching the sunlight one last time before bouncing along the rocky path, rolling and tumbling, a tiny prism scattering light in every direction.

It clattered over stones, skipped over small roots, and finally disappeared from sight, tumbling into a shadowed nook behind a clump of bushes.

My stomach lurched as I watched, helpless, and a sharp, angry pulse of frustration ran through me.

I slapped my forehead with a loud smack. "Great," I muttered, the word harsh against the quiet tension that had fallen over the group.

"My delivery item is gone." The frustration was bitter, curling up my throat and making my tongue taste of disappointment.

The girls were equally jolted. They grabbed at the sides of the carriage, stumbling as they tried to regain their balance, their laughter vanishing in a flash of alarm.

Their eyes widened as they took in the sudden devastation, and for a few moments, none of us spoke, only stared at each other, hearts pounding in the silence that followed.

When we finally climbed down from the carriage, we saw the damage in full.

The wheel had been completely shattered, reduced to sharp, splintered scraps that jutted outward like jagged teeth.

Bits of metal that had held it together were twisted and useless, the axle bent beyond recognition.

The carriage itself leaned dangerously to one side, the frame cracked, planks splintered, and dust from broken wood floating in the sunlight like tiny golden motes.

It looked more like a ruined shelter than a vehicle, utterly incapable of moving any further.

We were only halfway to the beach, yet already our journey had ground to a halt, the path ahead still long and treacherous.

I knew I had no choice. I would have to retrace our steps, searching carefully along the rocky road if there was any hope of recovering the jewel.

The thought weighed heavily on me, a mix of anxiety and determination twisting in my chest.

Every stone could hide the gem, every shadow could conceal it completely, and the longer we waited, the more impossible the task might become.

I glanced at Elaris, who had lowered his head, hiding his eyes from me.

Only the soft, golden strands of his hair caught the sunlight, brushing his shoulders with a gentle, almost fragile glow.

He didn't dare look up, his body shrinking slightly as if shielding himself from my disappointment.

I stepped toward him slowly, speaking softly so as not to frighten him further. "Don't worry," I said, my voice low and gentle, rubbing his head lightly with one hand. "We will go and look for it."

He lifted his head slightly, eyes bright but anxious. "I… I can help," he said, voice quiet but determined, small hands clenching nervously.

I smiled at him, tired but relieved by his resolve. "Then you're welcome to help me," I said.

The girls, seeing our determination, immediately offered to join. "We'll help too!" one exclaimed, her voice full of energy and hope.

"We won't let it get away!" They followed closely as we began the slow, careful trek back along the rocky way, their laughter returning in bursts, blending with the constant chatter of birds above.

The rocky path was a challenge, more treacherous going backward than forward.

Loose stones shifted under our feet, forcing us to take small, careful steps.

Roots twisted along the ground, catching at our boots and forcing sudden stops.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting moving patches of gold and green that danced across our path, flickering and shifting with every step.

The wind rustled the leaves, carrying the smell of pine, damp soil, and something faintly sweet from the wildflowers scattered along the way.

I scanned every inch of the path, my eyes searching for any glint of the jewel, my heart jumping with each sudden sparkle of sunlight on a stone.

Elaris mimicked my movements, crouching low to inspect every crack, his small hands brushing the ground lightly, careful not to crush anything that might hide our prize.

The girls laughed and pointed occasionally at shiny stones or oddly shaped rocks, keeping our spirits up even in the face of the tense task.

We walked slowly, the minutes stretching into hours.

The path seemed endless, each rock and crevice a potential hiding place, each shadow a trickster concealing what we sought.

The birds continued their music, some seemingly cheering us on, others flitting from branch to branch in nervous bursts at our presence.

The air was cool and refreshing despite the sun, carrying a sense of hope mixed with the frustration of our search.

Every now and then, a branch would snap underfoot, sending a flock of birds scattering into the sky, their flapping wings and calls echoing through the woods.

Step by careful step, we retraced our journey, determined not to leave any stone unturned, any corner unchecked.

The forest around us seemed alive with anticipation, the rustling leaves and singing birds a chorus accompanying our search.

Elaris's hair glinted in the sunlight as he moved, his determination shining through his trembling frame.

The girls' laughter returned intermittently, a bright contrast to the anxious tension coiling in my chest.

But who knew that the jewel had already fallen into someone else's hands, someone not any of us expected.

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