A/N: Hello! This story, Adventures of A First Year, is written by not only one person, but two! I am here partnering up with Alp Glide to make an amazing story! Every chapter is going to alternate between writers, and we hope this story will satisfy your need of great adventure!
Writer: Alp Glide
On a regular, ordinary day, no one would expect anything to happen. Perhaps they're right. Life becomes boring with no adventures or risks every once in awhile, and the same exact things could be said to Emma Belin.
When it is particularly sunny outside, you could expect her to play outside with her friends, like any other girl. Likewise, when it's rainy outside, you could also expect her to be complaining about how she can't go to the playground and try out the monkey bars. But no, you would actually find her doing none of those things. Where would she be then, you ask? She'd be in the last place you'd expect to find her; that's right.
Her room.
The first thing you would see when you walk in through the door is paper, taped on the walls, everywhere! Most of the walls would be unseeable, covered in amazing sights of nature, of a girl's dreams, of...anything you could imagine, possibly. Then you would soon find that it's all drawn by an eleven-year-old girl, sitting at her desk all day, staying in her room, holding a pencil and sketching madly; yet, all of the pictures are beautiful. Emma, as usual, expects nothing to happen on a horribly rainy day like this. Nobody would go outside, it's practically like having pails and pails of water dumped on you repeatedly. The lamp on her desk looks unusually bright, compared to the greyish sky outside.
Sighing, Emma set her pencil down and took a good look at her finished drawing. It seems to be just a bunch of messy lines at first glance,but if looked at closely, it's actually a castle: A setting in one of her dreams. Satisfied, Emma took a piece of tape and stuck the picture on an empty space on the wall (which she took three minutes to do, considering that she had to move all the other pictures to make space for the new one). Having no interest in drawing another picture for the day, she settled on her twin sized bed and glanced around at her drawings. Yes, the one she drew today seemed to be her best illustration so far...
But as she got to a particular picture, she stopped skimming other pictures abruptly and decided stare at it. It was a picture of Emma's dad, the way she last remembered him. Her mom had told her that her father was in the military but soon died in training. They were using real bombs as battle simulations, and her dad was unfortunate, having accidentally been caught in the explosion. He had dark brown hair, just like her, and bright, clear, hazel brown eyes. Just like her. She didn't inherit much from her mother other than the artistic talent she had. The last time Emma saw her father was when she was...five? Seven? Her memories aren't clear on that specific subject.
However, one thing she did remember was her father's name: Sebastian Belin.
His first name was so common, it hurts whenever someone calls for one of her classmates (also named Sebastian) on the other side of the playground at school, or simply squeaking his name because he just came back from Disneyland and his friends had missed him. It would always remind Emma of her father.
Which is one reason she hated going to school.
Nevertheless, she also loved school in some ways. Emma loves the different subjects like English and Math, the knowledge that she learns, and likes sharing it with other people...except for those mean classmates who would always make fun of her so-called "nerdiness".
Pulling herself away from her thoughts, she looked around her room again. It was decent-sized, with a walk-in closet and some colored pencils randomly spread out all over the floor. Her bed was in a corner and the desk she would draw on was at the other. Emma's starting to become bored. There's nothing to do on a cloudy rainy day like this, but she wants to do something. Anything.
She decided some moments later that some food would be nice, so she skips downstairs for a nice chocolate flavored muffin. Emma opens the door to the pantry, grabbing one large muffin, and runs up the stairs that led back to her room.
When she opened the door, she stopped in her tracks immediately. A short, two feet tall - person? - was on her bed. He had glasses on, a stick of some sort in one hand, and some sort of crest on his robes that had a bronze eagle on it with a light blue background.
Why was this goblin-like creature thing in her room?
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