A/N: Basically, this was a pretty short assignment we did: get in groups of 4, and everyone will write a section of your story, with you beginning and ending it. Enjoy.
Above the misty meadow of fields of flowers, a young lady was seen perched on a mighty oak tree. Trinity Flower was pondering on what the Great Witch of Zo might have in plan for her beloved town. Her golden eyes traced over the flower of the waterfall lost in thought while the south wind blew her golden locks in a swirl on her face. Her age was older than a child, yet her tranquil face couldn't have been that of an adult…not yet. With her legs swinging over the tree, her blue skirt danced a frenzy around.
"We'll all die, won't we?" she muttered soft spoken, for she has always been a gentle child.