*Hey, would anybody PLEASE comment on the first chappie? Thanks! This name is Noelani-pronounced NO-lah-nee.*

Noelani

I walked out of my small cottage and studied my oasis. The lilies sprung with bright purple colors and my granka, a native plant here in Basillan, was looking nice. Its crimson colored leaves and deep blue flowers looked wonderful beside my tall Oak tree. I set my earth colored hands on my hips and smiled. Just the way it should be.
Being only fourteen, my neighbors Panya, Kamala and Hadassa thought I was terribly young to live on my own.
I remembered once around a week after a moved close to here at the edge of the cliff that dropped down to the bayou, Hadassa came scurrying over to me, shuffling her feet do to her old age and said, "Noelani, you should leave here. This is a bad place for a girl your age to live!"
I had stuck out my chin and laughed defiently. "Misstress Hadassa, I have lived through more pain and strife than you have in your entire however many years. I have never had any family members besides a stray dog that died of old age when I was nine. I have been homeless up until now, and I have been beaten by my keepers. This is my utopia, and there is no possible way for you to tear me away."
Hadassa had started at me with her jaw slacked, obviously unsure of what to think of this disrespectful young lady, and walked away angrily.
I smiled to myself and marched back inside to make supper.
I felt a shift when I walked in. There are no words to describe it. The ground didn't shift, and neither did anything else, but I knew there was something different in Basillian. Pretending to ignore it, I poured the boiled water into a pot with a teabag in it and stirred.
I began to wonder things. What if someone-or something-had entered my safe place? No, that cannot happen! I stopped stirring and breathed deeply, attempting to calm myself down.
I would find out what was going on, as soon as possible.