3 CHAPTER:2

Waking up at 7:00 in the morning has never made my day.Following the same schedule i have followed ever since i have moved into the orphanage at the early age of 8,i rinsed myself with cold water,got dressed and sat near the desk i consider mine to eat and write.As i opened my diary,the front page caught my eyes as it always did,"Property of Esmeralda Grass" was written in a beautiful italic font,made by her long lost mother.The diary was a gift from her dead parents.Beautifully sewn, the majestic golden colour of the cover shined in the sun ad glowed with the moon.The chocolate coloured pages were filled with different handwritings suggesting their slow mould into a gorgeous calligraphic font.The diary was filled the 16 year old ,dark haired Esmeralda's knowledge,from when it newly gifted.The dark haired girl was smart,intelligent and witty with an amazing sense of humor, but to everyone's disapproval,her attention was only towards her books and the ones loyal to her.

Her room-the largest one in the orphanage-was filled with knowledge,creativity and love; opposite to the world outside.Somehow the room was never actually destroyed or even harmed, considering the number of times the disasters struck.The hate and resentment outside never passed through her doors into the magic filled room.

And now as the young girl chatted with with her peach haired friend, Seana Laghov,her hair glowed with magic and love.But no one would ever believed that the arrogant(or so they thought) Emerald-eyed girl was the only hope to save the world.None would believe that the ordinary, thoroughly resented orphan, was the chosen one of the prophecy of protection and doom.

But she was that,Even though she is not yet aware,the chosen one to save the world.