Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change

💠Chapter 9: Used to be 3💠

Paradise Falls was a pretty place. Situated on the outskirts of the kingdom of Caltoria, one of many kingdoms devoted to the light. Though, despite that it wasn't incredibly easy to find itself. Small, as though it were a couple towns packed together by themselves. It was a pretty rural area, you had houses and apartment buildings of various designs, mostly neutral colors as to be expected. Walking roads made from sunny cream and calm yellow pebble stones of various sizes and differing odd shapes. Driving roads and sidewalks made from the expected concrete, both variants of road often lined with dark metal street lights with tops that looked like a lantern. There was a local school that stood tall housing many different grades, and was situated between a walking road leading right to the garbage cans near the entrance, and a driving road that led to a parking lot. A park near the center of the town, home to well maintained grass and trees, a small pond, benches, walking road, and an odd little house where the ones who took care of the park probably lived. The guild, a bigger more fantasy style building, where people would worship the goddess of light and the local "jr heroes", as they were called as a group, would practice their skills. And of course, the namesake. The waterfalls that looked as pure as you could find. Sparkling clear water powering a good deal of the area as it ran long over the mountain top behind the local guild. It ran down, through the stream in town, over a holo place, and then down into the stream that flowed right to the sea. The fresh highly reveared water meeting and mixing the equally clear but probably less clean water of the tide that rolled upon land in the apartment district.

The small beach of white sand and dark gray rocks that sat near the top where the grass turned to sand. Big enough to hide a person if one tried. A strip of soft land that ran longer on the edge of the town, like a fence or a gate welcoming the next place for a connection just as the water did the shoreline. Dotted with recliner chairs next to umbrellas for relaxing, piles of sand from destroyed sandcastles, and seashells scattered about. A sign sticking out of the ground that informed those who visited that they were not allowed to litter, and another next to it that said not to fish in the water, then one that said not to pee in the water, and lastly one that said not to punch the seagulls one might happen to see. All lined up by the entrance next to the hotel where the stone road stopped.
The star attraction to one hotel in particular, and the peaceful view that complemented the ginger haired woman's tea well that morning as she sat on the back porch.

The morning air fresh with a faint chill and the salty smell of the sea that sprinkled itself in. Like adding a little zest to the otherwise sleepy slow going mood. The sun bore its warmth over the horizon spraying the few clouds there were with bright beautiful colors that kept her gaze of admiration steady. Serenity within the moments that passed in her morning routine, the kind that also tugged at her heart. Hand clasped on a white mug of steaming tea with the bag string hanging out as it sat on the small round wood table between two patio chairs with cushions on the seats. The back patio made from dark wood with two steps that led to the sand of the beach

Serena O'Kelly was a lovely woman in her early thirties, who often wore long ankle length skirts and charm jewelry sporting feathers and healing crystals. Her ginger hair in a ponytail that sat over her shoulder, tied up with a pastel blue ribbon attached to the scrunchy. And her eyes the same green color that was passed down to her child. She was a thinner figured woman, the kind with more legs than most things. Dressed in a light purple tank top, ankle length floral cream colored skirt and wedge heeled sandles. On her fingers were silver band rings engraved with runes of an ancient looking language, and on her right hand middle finger was a ring with a a bigger oval shaped dull stone front and center enclosed by little bumps in the metal. It was a duller yellow with a swirl of white in the middle. While around her neck was a necklace with a seashell clipped to the chain, like the ones you'd put to your ear only small and made from metal.