'What was oh so long ago felt as if it had been so recent. A girl never forgets her first time. And I hadn't forgotten mine. The way the soup felt for the first time running down my esophagus. That sudden feeling you're going to faint as your form transfigures into something new.
I mention this transfiguration at the beginning, where I take my pen to paper. With immortality comes the mass history, the stories one shares can over all be eternal. If anything a new piece of evidence to the prolonged history. '
She sighed and looked at the paper in front of her. Oh how she had reached the ultimate block. She had for so long wanted to write this novel. The story of her life, even if to most it would seem to just be a member of the fiction genre. Scratching out a few sentences she looked at the clock. It was late and she was sure that her husband would be up soon. How life had changed in the last few years. Reading over the
contents of her desk one picture seemed to have given inspiration. She was then back to writing.
'Long ago in China Grand Master Dashi was trained to be a the Dragon of Wind. His companions being the warriors who represented their corresponding element, fire, water and earth. At the time when women did not entirely carry a voice, one was lucky enough to have one. Dragon of Fire, Tai-Li. My mother."
She imagined her mother for a second. She was dressed in her finest robes, but riding on the back of an ox. This was how her mother had often told her how she had arrived at what would be her permanent home.
The author gave a slight smile. From here the writings had seemed reminiscent as she went on to remember.
And so she continued to write.