Part One

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"The trick to enjoying life is to don't wish away days waiting for better ones ahead"

Nightingale's sweet spell spoke throughout the forest. A warm hand touched my hand, making my eyelids open. I saw a face. So beautiful like the first ray of sunshine in the darkest part of the ocean. Her eyes were blue, not the ordinary sky blue or the colors of the paint flaking off the old shed in the back of the field or the little spring flowers that bloomed up by the side of the road. Her eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into her eyes I could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air. I feared I would dive too deep like I would never come up for air again. Her cheeks were like the most fragile pink roses and her lips were like a ruby. She was like a statue incarnated on the finest marble... Now that I was wide awake and my peaceful slumber was interrupted by the merry chirping of the birds. I was blinded by the light pouring into my eyes. I sat up and looked around. All around me, lush of green energy spread in, all directions. Soft damp grass was now tickling my dainty toes and a cool breeze made my hair flutter. She gave me a hand to stand up. For a moment it was only me and her. Our spirits rejoined, heartbeat matched but slowly our shocks disappeared as the piercing beauty invited us to explore. The spirit of adventure that flowed in our blood suddenly gained momentum.

She spirited towards a nearby tree that radiated with life

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She spirited towards a nearby tree that radiated with life. The sturdy, thick tree, scarred and punctured held many secrets of the past years. Each fold of the rough Skeleton bubbled with words, telling a story of its own. I ran and caught up with her.

They told the story of the owls which had nested within their bosom and the woodpeckers which had pecked on their skin. They whispered the story of those leaves that have taken birth in their mother's arms and the flowers that have died. The tree seems to weep for its children as it bent with age and lowered its branches on the ground. Shee had lived for a thousand years and tried but she knew she still had a long way to go.


We stepped into the shadows of that tree stuck by the amount of life it hid. The leaves we stepped on crackled, their tanned, wrinkled skins struggling to stay together, the life slowly draining out of their veins yet they did not seem sad because the soil welcomes them ready to become one of them. We lowered ourselves to the ground and watch the little Ants at work, each carried loads with much greater than their weight, yet their spirits were dedicated and uncomplaining. We began to follow them beyond the tree until they disappeared into the ground.

We lost ourselves and looked up and spotted an iridescent light not far off. Her lips parted into a smile as she rushed towards the lake...
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Hey guys and girls.....
This is the first chapter of my first novel. I hope u like it. Some of the parts in this story are inspired by my dreams, so enjoy... 😊😊😊
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