The Beginning (book one)

Chapter Five

Just a warning, I used google translate for when Emily spoke polish. Sorry if it's incorrect.

Emily stepped outbid the airport, and took in a deep breath.

"Ach, Ameryka!" Emily said, slipping into her aunt's car. "Tak pienke! Wolnosc jest w powietruzu!" Ah, America! So beautiful! The freedom is In the air!

Emily was going to be staying with her aunt, who lived in America. Emily had come from Poland.

Such odd events had led up to Emily venturing into new territory.

Emily and her mumia were having a picnic in the flowering field by their home.

Emily's ojciec had passed away when she was younger. And, although both Emily and mumia missed the man, they lived a beautiful life.

While eating, Emily wanted to pick a particularly lovely flower for her mumia. But, she just didn't want to get up.

So, Emily called out to the flower. "Come here, little kwiat!"

And the flower moved over to Emily's outstretched hand, the stem growing as then flowers moved forward.

Emily's mumia gasped, and asked Emily to do bring over more flowers. Without moving. Emily's mumia quickly pulled her side, and rushed away, telling Emily not to go out.

As Emily recalled the memory, a thought popped into Emily's mind.

"The fourth, always growing along with her plant friends
Curly blond hair, ivy green eyes
Willing plants to grow with just a thought in her mind
The Good-timer, bubbly and bright, always jumping into fun, always ready to fight..."

Emily blinked. What was that? Such a random thought. Emily shook away the thought, and turned to look outside the car window

A faint reflection could be seen. Emily was shocked to see that a warrior was staring back at Emily.

The warrior had blond, curly hair that had been pulled into a high ponytail. The warrior also had ivy green eyes that were determined, ready, positively srogi. Ferocious. And Emily couldn't help but notice the odd glint in the warrior's eyes. It was a glint of freedom.