Corrected Part One

'How did I end up here?'

Scanning her surroundings, she trembles with fear and exhaustion. Bodies lay in pools of oozing, dark red liquid. Not a single

flower stood, as she was the only one. The bitter taste of blood lingers in her mouth.

"D-Daphne...," a fragile voice cried, behind her.

The only voice that makes her ears tingle with delight, now lays in the horror, as if they were jumped in a brutal bloodshed

movie. She turneds away, trying to ignore what had been a sweet cry, and what now was a sour wail.

"So what's your choice, Daph? Let everyone live, or you die?," the devil sniggered.

The voice made her spine shiver, as she clutched her sword in her aching hands. Pain pierced through her heart, like a

million nasty, sharp knives cutting through a body. A young girl's peaceful, delightingful life turning cruel and unforgivable.


"Bonne nuit, my purple rose," her mother's pure voice sang good night.

Daphne smiled at her amiable mother as she shut the door. Daphne's full name was

Daphne Se Leva Violeta, daughter of Acacia Violeta. Usually her mom callsed her 'purple

flower' because Se Leva means flower in French, and Violeta means purple in Spanish. Daphne was like a magical dream come true to her mother when she came into this world. That's where her mom got the name Daphne, or 'enchanting'.


Steady footsteps became faint, telling Daphne that her mom was heading toward her room. She placed herself in a good

position to rest. She stared at the scintillating stars hanging from the ceiling. Slowly, she drifted off to sweet slumber.

"Dad!", she heard herself sob.

"Stay right there, Violet! I'm coming!", he replied, hurtling toward her.

Breathing heavily, Daphne examined where she was. She realized she and her father were stranded in a desert. Something

seemed off to Daphne. Daphne was sitting on something hard, but couldn't put a finger on what it was.; Nnor could she move or

get up from her current position. She perceived that her swollen foot was deeply trapped within the train tracks. She scrutinized

her dad. His hazelnut hair danced when the wind sang, and his eyes were penetrating. Time froze, as Daphne heard the whistles

of a train coming closer. The whistles grew louder in her ears. Daphne gasped, starting to panic.

"Dad! Se dépêcher!", she hollered, compelling herself to stay strong.

"Violet, I'm here!", he promised, as he expeditiously untangled her foot from the track.

"Come on!”, cried Daphne, as she sprinted away from the tracks.