CHAPTER ONE
Trixie Lulamoon sat in a seat by herself in her lonely darkened carriage in the middle of a rain storm in the Everfree forest. She looked out of the cloudy window and thought,
“Why am I always denied? I’m still great and powerful, right? Am I even myself anymore? Why do I even try?”
She banged her head against the cold, misty window. The carriage was soaked, water slowly seeping through the sunken cracks in the soft wooden ride.
“I guess I’m not.”
She turned, and jumped down, off of the broken window seat, to the sunken door.
She opened it slowly, and looked outside. It was raining hard, almost hailing. She closed the door behind her, and the door fell off of the hinges. Trixie sighed. She turned, and a suddenly huge groan echoed through the forest. She slowly turned, to find everything she owned- her food, her shelter, her water- was collapsing. She sighed again.
“Why is it always me?” She turned and started crying slightly.
“Now I have no where I belong.”