I wrote this awhile ago, and decided it needed and edit before I post the other chapters. It IS done.
Chapter 1, The Land of Paradise.
Things that happened around here in my house were quite normal. Of course, Daddy always did his things in the office and Mom made me go to bed on time. This was such a time.
"Come on, Tristan. You need to get your rest." She coaxed.
"Mom, I don't want to go to bed. I have several things yet to do." I whined.
"No, darling Tristan. I want you to go to bed. You are eleven years old and still have a lot of growing to do."
"I don't want to." I told her.
"Tristan, if you don't go to bed, you will lose your allowance for a week." Daddy snapped.
I went up to bed, reading. Mom didn't mind that I stay up reading, so long as I stayed upstairs. When I decided to go to sleep, then a lady in a purple dress popped out of nowhere.
She had red hair and blue eyes. Her shoes were purple too.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"I haven't the time to explain." She snapped.
She pulled out a stick and aimed it at my bedroom wall.
There was a door. She magically made a door on my wall!
"Come on in, child." She said.
I entered the magic door, she shut it.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To the land of paradise." She replied.
She shut the door.
"Come on, child!" she urged.
When we went down the dark hallway, I wanted to be tucked up tight in my bed.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Marabella." She said.
We saw another door, it was bigger this time.
She opened it with the stick she used before and a garden was before my eyes.
"Here is our land." She announced.
There were delicious looking fruits on trees and berries on bushes. Not just that, there were strange looking animals; gold kittens and cats that ran and climbed trees, flying Pegasus's and fairies. This couldn't be real.
"I thought these things were only in fairy tales." I breathed.
"Think again, Tristan." Marabella said.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"That is something to say later. In the meantime, I will take you to our huts."
I followed her to a large tent looking-thing where another girl sat.
"This is my sister, Vara. My father will be here in a moment." Marabella said to me.
Vara had light brown hair, yet she also had Marabella's blue eyes.
Then there was their father who had very dark hair and eyes.
"Hello, Tristan. I assume my daughters are helping you feel at home."
To be polite, I said yes.
"I'll help you get ready for your journey."
"Journey? What journey?" I cried.
He gave Marabella a look.
"I'm sorry, Pa-pa, but I hadn't the time to give Tristan the details." She said.
"Then I will." He snapped. He looked to me.
"My name is Mothahew. I guard this beautiful land here." he said.
"Hello, Mothahew." I said.
"But there is a legend I think you need to know. Long ago, as long as a thousand years ago, there were millions of peach trees scattering this great land. Many travellers hoarded these peaches. They knew that these peach trees take thousands of years to grow and that they have endless knowledge.
"Slowly over time, these peaches began to disappear. And then the trees too disappeared. It was rumoured that there was one last peach in the land. These rumours prove to be true. It is your job, along with my daughters, that you need to get to this peach. If it should fall into the wrong hands, there will be doom and destruction."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa? What? Wait just one minute, you need me! Why not some other person? I'm just a kid. A normal, boring kid who is capable of nothing special." I cried.
"We need you because you are linked to this land. I don't know why, but you are. The door to that land you call 'America' is shut and will be shut until you get that peach." Mothahew replied.
"You mean you brought me out of my home and I can't get back?" I demanded.
Marabella and Vara looked at me sympathetically.
"I'm not going to get that peach for you, Mothahew. You hear me? I'm not!" I insisted.
"Then how will you ever see your parents again? Your friends? Your family? Surely you love them and would like to see them again?" he asked.
"I can't get it. I can't get that peach." I insisted.
"You have to. Vinika, the queen, is going to find it and you can't get back if she does." He warned.
"Pa-pa, it's going to take a long time to cross the river and through the moth cave." Vara told him.
"You have only one week to get the peach before trouble brews." He warned.
"I'm not going, Pap-pa. I don't like the moths." Marabella whined.
"You must, Marabella." He told her.
"I can't go. I won't. I want to do other things." I said, "I want to see my mother again."
"Then get the peach! Vinika is after it as we speak!" Mothahew told me.
"But I can't. I'm just Tristan Taylors, a normal girl. I hope this is a dream." I whispered.
"You have hundreds of life forms who are dependent upon this, Tristan. If you do not do this, you will never see your parents or anyone else from the other side. You have an hour to decide." He said.
An hour! I had an hour to decide whether I wanted to see my parents again! I wish I never followed Marabella through that door! Never!
"I can try to get that peach; I'll do anything to go home, Mothahew. I promise to try." I said.
"Very well. Get the hippos' ready." he said to Vara.
"Garet, Pa-pa." She said.
Hippos'! I was going to ride on a hippo! They were dangerous in the real world! Seriously!
"I can tell from the look on your face that you are frightened by the idea," Marabella said to me, "but hippos are very gentle creatures if you understand them. My sister is great with them."
Vara was a nature lover; all the animals turned to her. The gold cats tried to rub up against her legs, but she said she could not show them affection right now.
"Hurry up!" Marabella called.
I followed them, but it was very difficult to get onto the hippo. Vara helped me.
"We'll get over that river in no time." Vara declared.