I finally decided to hop onboard the legacy challenge train and wrote the first chapter - others are already in the making - of my very first attempt at a legacy challenge. I will be following some of the traditional rules, but I'm mostly doing this to finally get into writing a bigger project. I am aware of the fact that the beginning is very cliche and probably not the best, but as I said, I'm practicing my hand at writing at the moment. Especially since I'm not a native speaker, I tend to make mistakes. Hopefully you don't have to cringe too hard.
For anyone who might be interested, here is the link to the blog I set up for it: Moving Mountains - The Dumont Legacy
Otherwise, I will also post it in here, so let's get started!1.01. Welcome to San Myshuno!
It was a bright day when Amélie Dumont stepped out of her bus and into the new and terrifying city of San Myshuno. Remembering the green fields and the soft hills of Champs Les Sims, her hometown, she had to admit that the big city was something else entirely. A big knot of doubt and panic began to build inside her chest and she frowned, gripping her suitcase more tightly in her small hand.Am I doing the right thing? I know so many have done this before, but …
She had traveled nearly across the whole world just to see the amazing site of the spice market before her. The sounds of people speaking and yelling, the incredible, bouncing cacophony of life that was vibrating from each colorful inch her bright blue eyes could see and the delicious smell of foreign delicacies just waiting to be tasted. It was everything she had ever dreamt of. The city was the right place for her, but was she good enough for it?
Amélie had never been much of a shy girl. Being both girly and a bit on the geeky side, she usually had no problems finding contacts and building a group of friends, no matter what label they decided to put on themselves. Some would even go as far as calling her an insider
, because while she wasn’t naturally outgoing, she somehow managed to be part of everything and would end up right in the middle of amazing people. That was also part of the problem. She wanted to be an amazing person, too. Being surrounded by her friends, who knew what they wanted to do with life was great and so inspirational and she loved everyone she had to leave behind so dearly, but she had always felt that she was trapped. How could she learn to shine and test her talents when everybody was so sure what they wanted? She was never able to find a label that was big enough to suit her.
While Amélie liked makeup and beauty, she wasn’t much of a doll and usually dressed in casual clothes. Growing up at her parents’ farm the attire came natural to her and while she was able to apply a killer eyeliner she also had no problems digging in the dirt and getting her nails dirty. Enjoying her mother’s awesome homecooking, she had developed a fine taste early on, which later blossomed in her becoming quite the foodie
, especially concerning nectar. Only later, during her teenage years, she found a new passion in music and called herself a music lover
. Sometime she would be able to play an instrument, but for now, she could afford barely anything.
Nearly all of her funds were used up when she bought a plot of land in the middle of the city – renting prices were ridiculous! She had barely enough to afford basic living and knew that her first days would consist of being one of the hobos roaming the streets. But at least she was only a few steps away from the spice market.
After she had unpacked everything and managed to get her shower, her cooler and her tent set up, she felt a bit less like she was going to throw up any moment. Stroking the smooth texture of her tent, she took a big gulp of breath and took a few steps away from her “house”, deciding to spent her afternoon in the spice market. Her hands were shaking and she desperately tried to remember everything from her lessons in Simenglish, so that she would be at least able to order some food she was so desperate to try. She didn’t come far, however, because right after she took a few steps in, clutching the money in her pockets because she was a bit afraid of pickpockets, she heard the loud voice of a woman calling over to her.
“Hey, you! What do you think you are doing here?”
Amélie’s breath hitched and she froze right where she was before she gathered the courage to slowly turn around …