L33. First Meeting

Item : Book: Miraculous Flower

These are the memories I shared with a young girl;
consider them my memoir.
I have written them down
so I can dedicate this book to her.

Even back then,

Bern was famous. This small town, surrounded by lush fields,
was a popular summer retreat for the nobles of Kaslow. I was always a sickly child
and moved there with my parents. Even at such a young age,
I noticed a palpable sense of unease hanging in the air.

On one rainy day, I received a letter.

*After completing the mission, please read this book and report back

Since I was too ill to go outside, reading was my only hobby. Eventually, I began to write, as well.

Maybe it was the gray air, or perhaps it was the dead, brittle leaves that fell from strange branches. An unknown illness consumed my body, and my only escape was to seek solace in stories. Books became my only refuge.

Now, though, I feel a strange sense of gratitude toward that crippling image and those dead trees.

Thanks to them, I met her.

Item : Book: Miraculous Flower

"I really loved your story."

I often imagined that my stories would be published by Quill Press. The message made my little dream seem just slightly more likely. I was elated.

The letter had been sent by a reader of "Miraculous Flower," the first story I ever wrote.

Her words made me realize what it meant to have someone read and appreciate what I had written.

* Read the next chapter.