Whispers of Our Yesterday

Chapter 1

I never wanted to come here.

It's sickening, almost. Nature seems to take over here in Valenwood. Vines swoop down over small houses that stand so far from each other, trees thrive and birds chirp. The long fields of endless plants almost seem to dance in the gentle breeze.

It should be beautiful. And, well, it is.

But I'm not a countryside girl. The urban lights and high-rise buildings, all packed together, bring me peace—unlike the endless greenery of nature. It hasn't even been a full week here in Valenwood, and I already miss the city.

"Elena!" A voice calls. 

I turn around. It's my grandmother. 

"Are you just going to mope around all day?" She calls. "Go to a bookstore or something. I know you like books."

I sigh. I came to Valenwood this year for the spring and summer, planning to visit and keep my grandmother company. Then after my stay, I would go back to the city and continue my job as an architect.

"Okay, Nana, I'll check out the bookstore," I reply unenthusiastically. Does this place even have one anyway? 

Nana, who somehow sense my reluctance, comes outside. She's carrying a watering can and has an apron on. "That's great, Elena. You should be able to bike there. It's downtown. You'll spot it right away." 

Downtown Valenwood was just a row of shops and stores that were a little closer together. I've only been there once, a few days ago when me and Nana went to eat out at this little pasta place. 

I like the downtown. It's a little more busy than the quiet home of Nana.

I hop on my bike and pedal towards the only road that connects all the small houses to the town center. The wind ruffles my hair, and I sigh.

How could I get used to this?