The incineration

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Chapter 2...the incineration

***Clyde***

"Amethyst?" I asked in confusion. Why would she choose that name? "That's a fine name young lady." The woman said smiling. "Um...yeah Amethyst. She's got a great name doesn't she?" I said playing along. Amethyst smiled. "Well, I hope you gals enjoy your soup."

"We're the centre that provides all the food supplies. All food here is made hot and fresh!" she said smiling. "Thanks." Amethyst said politely. "Yeah, thanks." I said. The woman just glared at me obviously still mad at what I had 'done'.

The woman was about to leave when Amethyst said, "Wait! Um, I didn't really get to know your name." The lady turned around and smiled at Amethyst. "The name is Danielle. Lady Danielle. I'm the superior of Silvient centre." she said. "Superior?" I asked in confusion. Lady Danielle sighed. "Come with me to my casita. You two have quite a bit of catching up to do."

We both followed Lady Danielle. She was talking to Amethyst about how she became superior, but I kind of clued out of the conversation. I looked around at all of the casitas we were passing by as we were walking. There must've been about thirty of them.

Each casita was the same; small, old, worn down, wooden, and very dirty. The smell of dirt and manure from the long, grassy farm field lingered in the air. Two little girls were playing tag in the field. They were giggling and laughing and looked like they were having the time of their lives.

I looked out into the distance and saw a small stream beside the field. My guess was that the centre's fish supply comes from there. To my right was a large garden full of wheat, rice, fruits, and vegetables. There was a man who was harvesting a few crops in the garden. He looked up and waved at me politely. I waved back giving the man a smile. Even though the centre looked old and broken down, everybody seemed to be very lighthearted.

"We're here!" Lady Danielle said walking into her casita. Her casita was slightly larger and nicer than everybody else's. It had a small chimney on top of the house, two wide doors, a garden of beautiful flowers that was lined up perfectly with the sides of her house, and her casita was made out of stone instead of wooden logs.

Amethyst took a step into her casita and gasped. "It's....amazing in here!" she said to Lady Danielle. I decided to follow Amethyst and slowly walked towards the door. I looked down a my feet where a small mat on the ground read "Welcome!" The mat looked like it had been hand made; sewn, written, or quilted. I looked at the doorknob and slowly turned it.

When I took a step into the casita, I was a little more than shocked. The inside was completely different from the outside. There were Oreo-coloured marble tiles that covered the floor, a long wooden staircase leading to the upstair rooms, a dinner table with seven woven chairs placed neatly around it, and a dining room with a large hearth in the centre of the room and a small, square television placed in the corner. Against the walls were soft couches and chairs made of jet-black leather.

The walls were made of grey and white stone, and there were a few candles waiting to be lit. "I'll remember never to judge a plain book by it's cover ever again!" Amethyst said smiling at Lady Danielle. "It is a great place. Very comfortable and relaxing. Please, sit." She said gesturing towards the comfy couches. Amethyst and I sat down on the large couch. We both sunk right into the soft couch, making us very relaxed and comfortable. "So," I said to Lady Danielle. "Explain."

"Ok Clyde." she said obviously still holding a grudge against me. "There are four centre's. The Woodland centre, the Gemstone centre, the Galactic centre, and the Silvient centre." she informed us. "And we're in the Silvient centre right now, correct?" Amethyst asked. "Correct." Lady Danielle said. "Anyways, every four years, there is an event that everybody extremely dislikes." she said sounding a little scared herself. "It's called the incineration."

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