My dreams are slowly getting more and more real. I keep on having dreams and then later in the dreams writing them down or thinking that I should use them in a story. Any ways, this story was a dream and it's a Chinese story based on Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Dragon Prince, something else I can't remember… etc.
The Wishing Stone
Stopping to rest, Jiali shifted the jug she was balancing. It was a long walk from the fields to the river to get some water and coming back the full water jug made the journey even worse. Some sweat trickled down her cheek as her sisters came in sight. Her five sisters were always in a bad mood when working in the field and the harvest, when they had to work more, made it worse. They were worried about things like ruining their hands and complexions so they would never marry or things like that. Though they would still work, it was upon Jiali, the youngest, to do the most.
Mulan, the oldest and snobbiest of them, she was also the one that would bully the rest into doing what ever she didn't want to do. Then came the twins, Lei and Lien who loved playing tricks, usually mean ones, on everyone not caring the consequences. Then Xiang who just sucked up to those older, getting everything she wanted, turning around to be mean to those younger. The second youngest was Chyou who was the kindest because she was only cruel when someone annoyed her but when that happened she also was the most cunning and the most revengeful. Though Jiali knew all her sister's faults she still loved them and looked up to them. She also loved her brother, Yuan, who was disliked by his other sisters because he didn't have to work. Instead he was always studying, hoping to become a scholar though their family couldn't afford it.
Jiali carried the jug down the hill into the fields set it next to the empty one. As she leaned down she saw a beautiful rock and couldn't help but picked it up and as her sisters descended to bomb her with complaints, she pocketed it to reply.
"What took you so long?" Mulan sneered, being the closest to her. The other sisters hurried to catch up, happy at this excuse to stop working.
Jiali looked up at them, saying quietly, 'I'm very sorry, I'll try harder next time." Before any of them have time to make another comment, their father walked over to them, the frown on his face showed his anger at the halted work. Her sisters glared at her as they went back to their stations as if it was her fault they were in trouble. Jiali hurried to her corner, sighing at the fact it was the same routine they went through day after day.