The Journey to the East The Journey to the Future The Journey to the End

Introduction

This is what I do when I start to procrastinate. I don't want to do my Language Arts work ;-;

Anyways, because I have this BURNING passion for Chinese (UNLIKE THIS IDIOT IN THE PASSAGE), I'll be testing out the introduction of the Chinese part here. (Just to reinforce the fact that the Chinese part is going to be a mere translation of the English, so I can kill two birds with one stone and improve on both languages.) 

WARNING! MY LANGUAGES ARE NOT PERFECT (in case you don't already know that.)

OKAY WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, WE BEGIN THE NEXT BOOK

WEEHOO

Remind me to hit word count.

3rd Person's POV

"Wanwan, go to the nursery to get the Night-blooming Peony, it should be blooming tonight."

"Yes, your highness. I will go immediately."

...

The young girl stood up and went to get the Night-blooming Peony, with a skip in her step, youth evident in her ruddy-cheeked face. 

She lifted her pastel orange skirt up, and carefully walked along the dirt path that led into the depths of the sacred nursery. In the Floral Realm, the nursery was one of the most highly prized areas as it was where all the rare flora would grow, as well as where new fruit elves and floral spirits were born and cultivated at. 

A cool breeze blew over, sending her silky brown hair flying gracefully in the air, the translucent white layer of cloth above her orange dress floating in the wind as well. She continued her journey into the room of the most sacred flowers of the Floral Realm, and  laid her eyes on the navy-blue peony sitting inside a terracotta vase, with intricate carvings on the light brown surface of the vase. The flower stood in the center of the room, inside a glass casing. The care it received from the 24 floral fairies was unimaginable, as it is the Late Floral Goddess's true form.  

Wanwan carefully opened the box, carefully retrieved the Night-blooming Peony, and went off to  send the flower to the Head Floral Fairy.

Just as she was walking back, she spotted a black figure lurking behind a willow tree. 

"Who are you?!" She asked, with fear, anger, and curiosity all combined into a single tone. She strengthened her grip around the terracotta vase and elongated her neck to have a good look at the mysterious person, while keeping a safe distance away.  

"Me? Heh, I should be asking you. No one in this world doesn't know me. My bold and mighty-"

"Your bold and mighty what bold and mighty?"

The man was stuck there for a second, and didn't answer. 

"You haven't answered my question yet young girl," he said, completely changing the topic. 

"YOU haven't answered, sir."

"I think you'll know me the moment you see me, Wanwan."

"Wait, how do you know my name!? WHO ARE YOU EVEN?!" 

He didn't reply, instead, he walked out of his hiding spot. 

Wanwan's brain had a sudden jerk, and she started to feel like she has seen this man somewhere before. It was just that she couldn't lay her finger on it. 

"I am just a magpie spirit, if that makes you feel better," he said. Wanwan's sixth sense wasn't working at that moment, so she couldn't tell if he was lying or not. 

She couldn't care at the moment, as the flower on her hands was more precious than her life. 

"Go away, I am on an important mission."