A New Life
By Amy Benton
Chapter 1
Tirana went outside to go for a stroll in the woods near her home in Gardenia. It was a beautiful day for a walk there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She skipped along the path that leads into the forest.
What a beautiful day, she thought as she passed by green luscious trees that wave in the breeze.
Tirana kept walking until she spotted a young woman with long dark brown hair lying on the ground. Tirana ran over to where the lady was and tapped her gently on the shoulders.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, but the woman didn't respond.
I better get help.
She rushed back to her house and burst into the grand kitchen. Her mother, Kyra, was busy setting the table for dinner.
"Mom," she gasped, "there's a woman lying in the middle of the path in the forest."
"Show me," her mother replied as she tied her red hair into a braid.
Tirana led her mother back to the place where the unconscious woman was. Kyra knelt next to the lady's side.
"She's alive," Kyra finally side after checking for a pulse, "We have to carry her back."
So Tirana and her mother lifted the dark haired woman and carried her into the house. They placed her on a bed in one of the spare rooms.
"Tirana, will you keep an eye on her while I prepare supper?"
"Okay. Should I get a cloth for her forehead?"
"Yes, that's a good idea."
Four days later…
The woman opened her eyes and glanced around the room. She lifted herself up and gasped as pain struck her head.
"Oh, what happened? Where am I?" she asked holding her head.
"Good, you're awake," a voice besides her said making her jump, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
"Who are you?"
"Name's Tirana. What's your name?"
The woman went quiet trying to think of a name.
"My name is Natasha," she finally answered.
"Natasha. What a beautiful name," Tirana said as she let the name roll off her tongue.
"I'm hungry," Natasha said, "What time is it?"
"It's lunchtime," Kyra called from the kitchen, "I've made plenty."
"That's my mom, but you can call her Kyra," Tirana told Natasha who just stared at the food hungrily, "Go on, enjoy."
Far away from Gardenia in a city called Pale Moon, a white haired woman paced in front of another woman who has short black hair.
"Easy, Icy. She can't be too far," the black haired woman told the white haired lady.
"Stormy, Darcy's hurt somewhere and we have to find her before our enemy does," Icy explained to her sister.
"We'll find her," Stormy reassured Icy.
"I hope you're right?"
Natasha loved Gardenia right away and she made friends with almost everyone she met. She was a good story teller. Her stories usually consist of a lost kingdom and a missing princess. Tirana loved listening to the stories because Natasha voices each character and really knows how to bring a story to life.
Natasha was sitting on her bed, reading a book when Tirana came in.
"Hey, Natta," she said using Natasha's nickname, "What's that you're reading?"
"It's about a girl who finds out she's a princess of a magical dimension."
"What's the girl's name?"
"Bloom. She's the last princess of Sparks," Natasha explained using her story telling voice, "Long time ago, Sparks was destroyed by witches and Daphne, the keeper of the Dragon Fire, took her into a safe place called Gardenia…"
During the night Natasha had a strange dream…
"Darcy, the fairies are attacking, we have to save our people," Icy commanded.
"Sister, they have taken Glenville and are heading to Meadow Valley," Stormy replied as she watches the monitors.
"I want all warriors to their battle stations," Darcy ordered, "I will lead this attack."
"Be careful, my dear sister," Icy called as Darcy ran into the battle.
Darcy and the warriors silently crept up to the enemy. Darcy signaled her men to move slowly and then while holding a sword to her side she attacked…
Natasha's eyes flew opened then slowly got herself out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
"Natta, what's wrong?" Kyra asked making Natasha jolted her water.
"Nothing, just a strange dream. That's all."
"Anything you want to tell me?" Kyra asked.
"No, not really."
"Sleep well," Kyra said then she left the kitchen.
"I'll try."