Here it is everyone. The chapter you've all been waiting for. Also, I'll try to get some more chapters published soon, due to me doing online school. I now give you Desiree's Life Story.
Chapter 1: Snake Village
In Egypt, 1319 is a thriving village with fresh green grass, and small houses. It's called Snake Village, where the villagers, live with snakes. And the snakes are happy living there because the villagers take good care of them, and treat them fairly. They play snake games like Whack-a-Snake and lots of other games too. The villagers also study snakes and put their creature powers to good use.
There were people playing flutes at snakes, kids playing Whack-a-Snake, and some villagers fishing at a river. There was a man with black hair, and green eyes named Joseph, and a beautiful woman also with black hair, but goes down to her waist and has turquoise eyes named Teresa. They were standing nearby a river, that was close to their house with Joseph carrying a snake flute, and baskets full of snakes, when a baby girl with black hair and turquoise eyes with a snake plush toy in her hand was looking at them from their doorstep. The baby was Desiree, who's 6 months old, and has lived here since, and has a love for nature.
"Hi, Desiree." Teresa said as she waved at Desiree with a smile.
She and her husband looked up at the kites flying in the sky. Desiree then climbed down the stairs to get a closer look. Desiree crawled to her parents while looking at the kites.
"Oh Desiree, you're going to be as beautiful as your mother. Won't she honey?" Joseph said as Teresa picked her up.
"She sure will. You're the cutest little girl, are you? Yes, you are, yes you are." Teresa said as she playfully tickled her daughter's stomach making her laugh with happiness.
However, they were unaware of what will happen tonight, which will cause Desiree to lose both her parents and her village.
This chapter was inspired by Kund Fu Panda 2. The next chapter will be very sad, so I hope you'll be able to read it without crying. Please Review.
