Prosperity In Blossom : Chapter One
Bluebell walked down a rock-lined path. She shivered as the piercing cold wind forced itself against her skin. She tried to maintain clear sight as the fog grew thicker and the rain grew heavier. The clouds were closing in making it even more difficult for her to keep her vision clear.
Bluebell squinted her eyes in an attempt to salvage what little she was able to see. Just then, she heard a loud crash of thunder. The fright that the thunder had instilled in her was powerful enough to knock her to her knees. As she struggled to remain standing, she saw a shadow through the fog.
The shadow had an awkward shape. She moved curiously and cautiously toward the object. As she reached out her hand and began to touch the object, she felt a sharp texture as something hard fell to the ground. She could not identify the object, but she grabbed a hold of it in order to keep herself on the ground.
As the wind picked up even more, Bluebell closed her eyes. She felt herself being lifted slightly from where she was standing. The howl of the wind frightened her even more. She forced her eyes closed even tighter. The wind grew even stronger and Bluebell felt her body being pushed and pulled in all directions. Finally, as she felt her energy being drawn out, she let go of what she was holding on to.
All of a sudden, Bluebell found herself being carried just barely above ground. She opened her eyes to find herself spiraling toward the object that she had been holding on to. She could only see slightly through the fog and identified the object as a tree. Upon one of the branches Bluebell saw what appeared to be a bird. It was indeed a bird, it was a dove. Bluebell, still being carried by the wind was in awe of the calmness of the bird. In spite of all of the chaos, the bird sat nearly motionless on a thin branch of the tree.
Suddenly, the wind ceased and Bluebell was dropped to the ground. As she attempted to regain her balance, she became even more disoriented. She found herself on the ground crawling toward a light. She was unsure of where the light was coming from. As she came in contact with the light, she realized that it was beneath her. The light was coming from under a thin layer of sand. As Bluebell saw the sand, she thought “where there is sand there is bound to be water”. She made her way farther onto the sand as she felt moisture she felt the sand becoming heavy and wet. She ran her fingers through the sand. She edged closer and closer to the wet sand. Then, abruptly, she felt a strong blast of wind.
The wind hurled her even further and she heard a startling splash. Along with the splash, she felt intense piercing cold being forced against her. She tried to fight back against the pressure in order to reach the sand again…but she failed. Bluebell realized that the wind had thrown her into the ocean.
With her eyes tightly closed and her mouth clenched shut, she felt the powerful ocean tides above her. There was nothing for her to hold on to, and as a result, Bluebell could do nothing but let the waters sweep her away.