Golden State

Chapter Two

          March 30th, 1229
We find ourselves in a small little workshop in the little city of Grethenburg.

"Come on Eden, we're going to be late!" Flicker said.
"Hold on Flick! I only have a little more to write!" Said a young brown-haired girl, assumed to be named Eden. Eden was sitting at a desk writing in a leather bound journal. The desk had papers sporadically covering its surface, some were notes of people she met, while others were little thoughts she had conjured while exploring.
Eden, closing her journal and placing it into her satchel, said "Done! Come on, we're going to be late!"
Flicker sighed at this response but ran along anyways. Flicker hurries into a little glass bottle hung around Eden's neck, then proceeded to hurry out the door. Grethenburg was a large city, built in a circular clearing of tall mountains. The town is surrounded by trees and wildlife, dotted with brightly coloured flowers with a soft yet  surreal atmosphere. The air sweetly smelling of honeysuckle and morning dew, Eden takes a deep breath. She starts running, her worn leather work boots patting against the dirt roads.
Today is the day Eden, who has finally come of age, begins a class that she has been looking forward to since she was little.
In Grethenburg, at the age of fourteen, you are able to begin taking classes that work towards goals and desires that one wishes to achieve. Eden aspires to be an explorer. The idea of traveling around the world, going places anyone had yet to see has always brought a gleam of wonder and excitement through her mind. The thought of exploring a world she has such little knowledge of is fascinating to the young girl's heart. Eden has taught herself how to navigate at the young age of seven, sneaking out into the depths of night while her grandfather was fast asleep. Eden was a bright girl, with the entire world awaiting her light. Eden takes a deep breath as she stands outside the tall wooden doors of a building once found familiar, now seeming much greater than herself. Eden takes a step into the cold room, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the large room. An older man sits behind a desk, tapping away at an old typewriter. As Eden approaches, he stops.