Chapter One: Moonlight Shower

On a cloudless moon-lit night, a thundering drum rang from the heavens and a crack of light split open across the sky, expelling translucent glowing spheres of various colours from within it, leaving a trail of light behind them as they fell. Gazing at the magnificent display from an old wooden chair on the porch of a farmhouse is a young girl with pitch black hair and bright green eyes, wearing a pink nighty and slippers, and her mouth ajar. She becomes fixated on a sphere tinged with a green aura which falls towards a field of tall grass by the farmhouse until the sphere becomes lost within it. She descends from the chair and rushes down the steps to the ground, and makes her way through the tall dew-touched grass towards where she thought the green sphere had landed. Aimlessly walking through the wheat field for six minutes, she hooked her nighty on her toes, and with a yelp, she staggered and fell over, covering her knees and elbows with dirt and grass stains. Regaining her composure, she stands back upon her feet and before her very eyes is the mysterious green sphere she sought, hovering six inches above the ground. She stumbles towards the sphere and gazes within it, looking at her distorted reflection. As she continued to gaze into the sphere, she began to see miniature glowing creatures floating and swimming within it. She holds her hands around the sphere, and it falls to her catch, and her hands warm from its’ touch. Holding the sphere tightly with her left hand, she pinches a side of it with her right, and pulls, creating a small stretch, then releases it, causing the sphere to ripple back to its’ original form. A random thought enters her mind, and with both hands, she squeezes the orb, causing it to ripple and spasm, and squeezing more furiously, it explodes into a thousand green sparks of light. She falls down with confusion and curiosity written plainly upon her face, and then collapses unconscious on the cold dirt and grass.

Two days have passed, and the young girl is lying in a bed. To her right is the wall, and to her left is an elderly woman sitting upon a chair, wiping the girl’s face with a wet sponge, and an elderly man kneeling on the floor, asleep with his head upon the bed. Above the girl dances four spheres similar to those seen two days prior, though they’re a quarter the size of a golf ball and the elderly couple doesn’t appear to be aware of their existence. The young girl lying unconscious upon the bed has a fever, with her face red and a wet towel upon her forehead. The sun began to rise above the horizon, and the woman shook the man’s shoulder, and he awoke, looked out the window, and then stood up. Looking down at the woman, and with a tear in his eye, he spoke ‘Juliet, I need to work on the farm. You should change her towel and rest yourself.’ Looking back at him, Juliet said ‘I know, George, you’re right. There’s nothing we can do other than to let Ethesia rest.’ Following the conversation, George walked into the kitchen and poured himself a mug of coffee, having a couple mouthfuls as he rested his back against the bench. After placing the mug on the bench, he opened the front door, and picked up the pitchfork which rested on the wall by the door, and, cracking his neck from side to side, he walked outside. Finishing with the sponge, Juliet picked up Ethesia’s towel, walked over towards the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink, soaked it in fresh water from the tap, walked back towards Ethesia and placed the wet towel back upon her forehead. She then made her way to a bed which was across the room from Ethesia, and laid down upon it, looking at the sickly child and slowly fell asleep as the day began to dawn.

It has been a week since the spheres descended from the sky, and the girl’s fever had finally broken. The spheres which danced around her increased in number, from four to fourteen, and her black hair has turned to a dark shade of green. She sits with her back to an old oak tree in a grassy field just outside the farmhouse, making a tiara out of white clovers when suddenly, one of the spheres floating around her enter the tiara, and the while clover tiara transforms into a tiara with an assortment of red, blue and yellow flowers, thorny gold vines, and purple berries. Her eyes widened as she witnessed the tiaras’ transformation, and with a big grin, she sat it upon her head as if declaring herself ‘Princess of the farm’. Almost immediately after she wore the tiara, the grass around her started to grow taller, flowers began to spring up, and ferns and fungi began to grow from the oak tree. She smiled, partly understanding what was happening to her, and ran off to her grandfather, George, who was tending to his crops in a distant field. She caught up to him and tugged on his shirt. ‘Grandpa’ she said. ‘What is it sweetie?’ he replied. ‘Look at what I can do!’ she continued. She then knelt on the ground and looked back at George who was looking back at her. She extended her hand and touched the ground, and from the ground shot up a stalk of wheat which grew ripe, and almost three times as tall as normal. George was star struck; he lifted his cap, scratched his head and then sat down next to Ethesia. With his hand on her head, he asked ‘How in the world did you do that?’ ‘Magic’ she answered, with her eyes squinted and her mouth in full grin. ‘Well, it’s certainly spectacular’ he replied, and lifted her up onto his knee with a smile.

Author's Note

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[Arrinae]

I think this would be an interesting story to read. I'm surprised I'm the first to leave a review on this.

[Alexander D]

Thanks. I wasn't sure whether or not to continue the story. I'll continue writing the next chapter and see how it turns out.