The Legend of Boscaria (Book 1 Of The Boscaria Trilogy)

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The loud shuckles of the train tracks , the train was awfully uncomfortable. I looked outside the window , the fields and mountains were common to be found. Despite the hard wooden seat prepared , and the horrible food cooked , other else is okay the least.

The woman next to me was a woman in brownish fur coat , she had the accent of a British.

She asked :" Where are you heading little girl ?"

The word little touched me , I smiled and replied :" Boscaria."

She was slightly amazed , almost astonished , her donut sized mouth were compatible with her saucer wide eyes. "My that is a long journey , where are you from ?"

"Lakewood." As polite as I could be to a stranger , I lessened my words as needful as ever.

"You are a brave child." She smiled put do a sudden , I had no choice but to smile again.

During this long hour taking trip , my cheeks and face have rockified because of smiling too much with force.

At the next station , she was going to dismount the train , not to be happy or sad , I emotionlessly bid her goodbye , what ? She was the one who talked to me for two whole hours when I have left with nothing to do.

"Stay safe my child. Remember , don't trust any one there !" Her last words were spoken , I wander , where is there ? Does she mean Boscaria ? Why not trust any one ? Besides even if she didn't told me that. I still wouldn't give in to strangers or passer bys so easily.

Thankful to my strict and emotionally unstable body cell system.

Boscaria was two stops away , so the next few hours I'll just have to wait patiently , doing nothing wasting time.

This time of the year , the weather is warm and suitable for a summer vacation , the problem is no one was in a mood for that. The sun shone so bright , it burned my hand that was resting next to the handle.

The train driver seriously needs a licence , his driving is unacceptable. Bumps and slithery tracks also need reconstruction.

Forty minutes have past , fourty minutes of hard aching , I was so bored I had to do something. I went to the dessert lounge , hoping to find a cupcake or a slice of decent pastery.

The train was shaking even after the start of the road. I grabbed hold on the walls and pillars in the train , gaining balance , I slowly took a peak at the scenario.

There were two butlers supervising the dessert lounge. Some people and families sat down on the wooden tables and help themselves to some hardened cakes.

I took an apple , then took another muffin from the golden coloured plate. I could save the apple for later , when I reach Boscaria I might be hungry , by the time I'd be worrying about finding food.

Boscaria isn't a very friendly place. I didn't get why mum wanted to visit the place. I heard people's rumors that Boscaria is a horrible land once conquered by a ruthless tyrant. After all those years , the people in Boscaria became thirsty for rich , they began doing crimes for example stealing , forbidden bind ceremonies , illegal spiritual businesses , selling magical creatures and all that.

But to be honest , I don't believe in magic.Magic is just an illusion , no offense to Magicians , the tricks and floating cups are all just tricks to trick the naked eye of human.

Even if I've heard enough of the terrible place , I'd still go there. I'd want to know how she died , and why. Is it a murder , or self suicidal ? I know none of that. She is my mother , my precious mother , and that I will avenge her if necessary.

I wouldn't want to mention daddy , the poor man left mum and I when I was just born. Horrible men are curses , curses are bad for health. Horrible men are bad for health.

I shrugged myself to stop thinking about it , but it just keeps coming up to me , I had to think of something else to distract me from thinking about what I do not want to be thinking of. I needed a distraction.