​New World

Harper was in awe. The place looked like it was carved out of a fantasy book. Everything on it were filled with colors and vigor. The trees were twinkling were swirling twirls of green. The water was sparkling like molten diamonds. The rocks were gigantic and various in kind.

Now that the waterfall has fell back on its original place, the fictional islet became clearer and more inviting every minute.

“This is it, isn’t it?” – Harper asked Grandma Laura who only nodded and smiled

Young Hector looked around with sparkles on his eyes. He must be looking on specific colors dancing around.

“Come on, let’s get warmed inside.” – the old woman boldly stated.

Warmed? Harper was feeling too cold because of the waterfalls. Though it was questionable, Harper trusted her and followed her lead.

In the middle of the islet was a wooden door with ancient inscriptions. There, Grandma Laura read the strange words and automatically, the door opened, welcoming them with the smell of a garden. Harper f