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// The Search on Bah´ia// by Mister Spike //
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// Chapter 1: Getting Started //

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CHAPTER 1

She was lying on a cold, hard, stone ground. Her eyes opened. The first thing noticable was the cold stones she was lying on, she froze, shivering from the cold. Water drops dropping on the ground was the only thing she was able to hear, and it was loud in the silence. From lying to a sitting position, she looked around her with a slight headache as she put her head against her forehead. It was dark, it was cold. 'I don't know this place'. She had no idea where she was, she had no idea how she got here or where "here" is. She sat there in the dark with her eyes open for around 10 minutes to adapt to the darkness. A disgusting scent struck her nose. She smelled something dead, something rotten, something disgusting. Helplessly sitting there, she could not find out what this smell was since the darkness blinded her, reducing her field of vision. She had to sit there in the dark being tortured by the disgusting scent, almost throwing up now and then.

When she turned to look what was around her, she saw where the smell came from.
Apart from seeing darkness, amongst the black she saw a figure covered in red.

There was a male corpse, that has already grown big from the gases inside of it, that are produced when flesh rots. "A corpse? Why is there a corpse in here?!" she said quietly to herself, panicking lightly. Her heart started beating faster and faster for every second that passed, and panicking increased over time. She stood up carefully, approached the corpse with caution, step by step. She calmly sits down on her knees and investigates the body from close up. It was impossible for her to go that close to a rotting corpse without throwing up, so she closed her nose with two fingers and looked at the victim's face. Luckily nobody she has in mind. She crawled away in disgust, gasping for fresh air and leaned against the warm suddenly warm wall. Sitting there, leaning against the wall, she closes her eyes and thinks, tries to calm herself down. What happened? Why am I here? Where am I?
A long time of thinking back, she finally remembers. She started to remember where she was. It looked like the catacombs of an ancient castle; there was a metallic clicking some feet away, that kicked her back to reality. Without further thinking, she quickly tried to make plans on how to get out of this "cell" she was in. She stood up and walked around the room with her hands infront of her, making her way from corner to corner in order to see how big the room she is in was. Taking small, careful steps, she has her hands infront of her swaying with them to find a wall. The darkness made her feel helpless. Daring knew that taking immediate action and staying calm was the best solution to a situation like this. She touched something, it was, a wall. She turned left and did the same thing, and then again, 3 times.
She felt bars. Rusty, old iron bars that were cold on her hands, freezing cold- as she tries to budge them. The bars felt loose.
"Well, if you can call this a cell, with those weak bars..." she mumbled into the cold air.
Daring gripped two bars firmly with her hands, able to bend the bars to get out. The bars made a loud, ear-scratching noise. She bent the bars and squeezed through with her slim body, making it an easy escape. She got out of the cell, but it was just as dark here. The temperature was warmer inside the cell, strangely.
She continues to look around her. Even in complete darkness she looked around with her hands infront of her, walking, like she did in the cell she was imprisoned in. Daring pulled her back and snuck against a wall, walking toward a corner. She saw light. There was light around the corner, sighing in relief. Step by step, she quietly snuck against the wall. Around the corner, she slowly moved her head and peeked out to see... She saw a guard with shiny golden armor facing her with his back, as well as a torch hanging on the stone wall. But this guard didn't look like your ordinary prison guard. The torch casted light upon the guard and showed a horrifying figure. This guard didn't have normal skin color like normal people, it was as dark as the night, pure black, making the guard invisible in complete darkness. The girl quickly darted around a corner, crouching, in hope he didn't hear her bare feet tappsing on the cold stone ground.

She turned around the corner, finding herself in a long and dark corridor leading to nowhere. Torches on both sides, she couldn't even see the end of it. With extreme caution, she snuck close to the cold wall, constantly looking behind her, then infront of her repeadetly. She walked a few feet, and all was quiet. All there was to hear for her were the water drops dropping on the stone ground and the torches flicking. She stopped. It has been quiet all along, but this quite was 'suspicious', she had in mind. Then, out of nowhere, she felt something touch her shoulder, grabbing it softly. A ghost, a spirit, a guard? Her face became chalk white and she turned stiff as a statue, eyes widely open of fear. As she felt the hand touch her right shoulder, all the torches quenched, fading into complete darkness.

Daring woke up with a tiny scream escaping from her lungs, from lying to a sitting position. Breathing heavily of panic, she noticed she was not imprisoned at all. She was still in her cozy, warm cottage, with the fur carpet and her wooden writing desk, inside her room. With a smile, she closed her eyes of relief, sighing. She had to be slept in while writing her latest story. The room was lit up by the bright sun. It was bright outside, it was very early in the morning. As Daring looked out the big window in front of her bed, she saw the sun shine upon the horizon above the trees. She heard the birds chirping. With a blush, she looked at the table where she uses to write her stories, to see she drooled all over the papers she took notes on- leaving a mess of things all over her desk. While looking around the room, she noticed something was different from what she remembered. There was an unkown letter on the table, sealed with wax and an emblem with a monkey and eagle on it. 'Was I supposed to send a letter to somebody? I didn't put that there...' she thought. Out of curiousity, she stood up from her comfortable, soft bed to open it. As tired as she was, curiosity took the best of her, forcing her to open it of wonder. Taking small steps towards her desk, she picked up the white envelope and opened it. Daring sat down and came to see it was a handwritten letter, saying:

"Dear Daring,

I sure know I am a stranger to you, but you have to trust me, your land is in great danger if you don't act now." Written in such beautiful handwriting.

-Anonymous

"Well, this was kept short", Daring sighed depressingly, looking down at the desk covered in notes.

Attached was a strange looking map, showing a landscape which was detailed with some trees here, and some lakes there, but there was a red circle drawn around some point near a valley scribble.
Daring took immediate action, knowing that a letter with such handwriting cannot be fake. She immediately got her maps and books to find out what landscape the map shows, but Daring wasn't familiar with what she had before her eyes. As she ran down the stairs in a hurry, she scrabbled through her collection of books in the big bookshelf against the wall. Daring threw the books from the bookshelf, letting it fall to the floor, looking at title's.

After merely 20 seconds of searching, Daring found a book, a green, very dusty, old looking book. "Undiscoveries", was the title of the book. She sat down on the chair by the table of curiosity and shoved away the dust from the cover with her hand, scribbling fast through the book, page after page after page. Daring found it, reading just a small paragraph marked in yellow. Page 68. She found out it was an island called "Bah´ia". 'Strange name.' Looking back at the map, she found the Island, very far away from Equestria. Very far away. With the book in one hand and the map in the other, she compared the distance, and it was scary much, but if someone takes the long journey on her, it has to be urgent, and she needs a break from writing anyways- while thinking of how to get there. Barely needing to plan, the first person that popped up in her mind was Whooves. Well, Dr. Whooves. It was no surprise she thought of him..
He has this old plane, it is a seaplane. It is able to land on both water and land, which could be a great advantage for her long journey, and since Whooves owes her a favor, this was her only opportunity- most likely the fastest way, as well. Breaking her from her focus, she wonders what shook her out of her dream. Remembering the dream, it was a strong hand, it felt soft, while moving her hand over her shoulder.
Daring sighed long and quiet, depressingly looking down at the dark floor...

"It will never work anyways..", she told herself with a soft voice, quietly. But Daring knew she couldn't hesitate, 'it is urgent to act now'- putting on an intimidating face. Without putting the book back in it's place, she closed it, slamming loudly as she dropped it on the table.

She stood up from the chair she sat in for so long, it was polstered very well, for the long working hours. Getting dressed, she grabbed her hat and went towards the front door, checking if she got everything she needed.
"Hat? Check.
Belt with knife and compass? Check.
Machete and backpack? Check.
Knife in the right boot? Check." She said rushingly while looking around the room.
She then turned off all the lights in her cottage, setting her destination to Whoove's house. A long walk through the woods stands before her.

Leaving her warm cottage, a long walk through the tree-covered landscape, she followed a trail from her cottage leading to Whoove's house. Daring has visited him before, more than just visited. It was a long time ago since Daring has seen Whoove's. She felt happy while walking. With a smile, she walked all the way to her destination, thinking back in time.
After a 40 minute long walk, she noticed a door in the distance, between the green trees. As the door comes closer and closer, she arrives. The door, covered in metal parts looked intimidating from the outside, making it not-so-visitor friendly. She took a breath before knocking. She still thinwith him. Many picturesks of what she had flew by in her mind, romantic pictures, erotic pictures of intense moments. 'But all this is now over'. It all happened in a second. She knocks, and waits 30 seconds, 30 seconds of pure silence, leading to no response. She hears nothing, but as she knocks again, she hears Whoove's sweet voice saying:

"Who's there?"

She hasn't heard his voice for quite a while, it was tough for her. With a deep breath before replying, she continued with: "Daring here." Sounding concerned. Daring heard the footsteps against the floor from inside coming closer to the door. An odd, but long pause before she continued. "I need your help."
Whoove's heard her concern, he knew something was going on. Something was wrong.

The door slightly opened as the door creaked loudly. The creaking sound coming from the door was unbearable, like nails scratching against a board. The door was barely open. Through a crack, Daring could see an eye staring at her. Whoove's opened the big wooden door, and he showed up. Daring couldn't hide the smile, she was happy to see him after such a long time, forcing it to slightly show. With a worrying look on his face, he symboled her to come inside with his hands. He was afraid she was being followed. She stepped inside and looked around, while Whoove's was looking around outside, from left to right, to see anyone else- closing the door silently behind him. Her eyes got caught by the couch. They had their first time on it. The good memories struck her. Daring turned towards Whooves and looked into his truthful eyes, blushing, like they were unable to lie.

"I need you and your plane, Turner."

"For what?" He asked in slight disbelief, looking confused.

"You will see by time, make sure you can stay in the air for 9 hours." She replied harshly.

By hearing that, Whooves expression went from worried to even more worried. "9 hours, that's quite a time." They looked into each other's eyes. 'Daring seems to be awfully serious about what is going on', Whoove's thought in concern. After thinking around while scratching his chin, as Daring looked around, he grabbed his backpack from the shelf in the corner of the room and signed Daring to follow him. Daring noticed it, and understood it wasn't a backpack. Whoove's carefully opens the door, as the creaking sound is even more intense than before. Daring stood behind him, desperately waiting to leave. As Whoove's steps outside, Daring followed him, closing the heavy door behind her. They leave his house and follow the same trail Daring walked to arrive at Whoove's. But only halfway back. Daring wondered why they were going back. 'Are we going back to my cottage?' she thought. But she trusted Whoove's, so she didn't say a word.
They must have for walked for 20 minutes at least, and still haven't spoken much. The flashbacks got the best of them, making it too awkward to talk to each other like normal "friends". It wasn't a fun walk, not for Daring, at least. As they were halfway back, Whoove's stopped, so did Daring. Without asking, she wondered why they suddenly stopped walking. The path didn't end there... Whoove's walked to some of the bushes at the side of the trail, while she looked at him with a strange glance. Covered with green bushes and trees, it wasn't easy to look around you. He squeezed his hands between the bushes and seperated them, revealing a hidden trail leading to someplace. Daring was surprised, very surprised. Whoove's squeezed his body through the bushes and Daring followed. The climate suddenly changed, it looked more like a swamp. "Just follow this trail and don't get lost", Whoove's said after a long time of silence. "It will only take a couple of minutes before we get there". The trail was very slim and it was covered in leaves, vines and branches. Daring, almost tripping over the branches and roots grown from the trees, was almost unable to see the trail. With another awkward rather difficult walk, they finally arrived at where the plane was tied to an old dock. The water, as green as it was, looked beautiful. As for the plne, it was pretty small and out of shape, not really making it a beautiful view. She wasn't too sure if the plane would fly properly, she put on a worrying face. It was rusty all over the bottom and squeaked with ever small wave that hit it. They stood still, and out of the blue, Daring asks with a sigh:

"Will this piece of scrap fly for sure, Turner?" She asked with a small sound of sarcasm in her voice.

Turner ignored her and stepped on the dock, which was squeaking as well, and the wooden planks bent under his weight, to a point near breaking in half. Whoove's looked overconfident about it, and climbed aboard without worries. Daring walked the scary docks towards and climbed into the old and untrustworthy looking plane. "Nor did it look promising from the inside", said Daring, as Whoove's looked at her wih a grunt. She knew Whooves was overconfident about it, but "as long as it flies", it would be enough, as she felt the waves hitting the plane.
Whoove's sat in the pilot seat, flicking levers and pushed buttons, which caused beeping and flashing lights. Daring was sitting in the back, looking slightly worried. They felt the waves hitting the plane beneath, feeling the plane go up and down. Whoove's was fully concentrated, but Daring knew Whoove's was an experienced pilot, not over-worrying. As the waves hit the plane, and after all buttons and levers were in the correct position, Whooves said she should fasten her seatbelt and sit down while they take off. As they accelerated, the start on the water felt like a boat going too fast. It gained speed and caught air, slowly lifting up, leaving the shaking of the waves behind and the sky, blue as the sea itself, in front of them, as Daring felt the pressure. She was impressed the plane could lift at this altitude.

The awkward silence continued while flying as well and even intensified after Whoove's wanted to start a sentence and cut himself off, Daring hearing a stutter. The only thing they heard was the loud engine and the propellor. From that moment on, Daring kept checking her parachute Whoove's gave her over and over again. She checked if the fabric was okay, if the strings are strong enough to hold her weight, if all opens up at the right time and if it is big enough to slow her down.
Daring knew she couldn't possibly be awake for nine hours, she would be tired when she arrives, which is a disadvantage, so she decided to get some rest. Fatigue was her weakness. 'A long and dangerous journey lies ahead,' she thought, 'it's for the best.', as Whoove's takes her to her destination and sours through the skies..

She wakes up a couple of hours later, fully rested. Daring stood up from the floor and looked out the small plastic window to her right. Looking down at the ocean, no land was to be found but the island. The island was coming closer. The beauty is irresistable to stare at, as if it was impossible to take your eyes off of such a beauty, as the sun reflects on the ocean. "We're here", said Whoove's with a positive attitude. Daring forced a smile.

She saw hills and mountains covered with trees, mile-long beaches with sand and rocks, she saw caves in the mountains that were touching the sea and lakes on the island itself. After letting her eyes see the wonder, she looked back at Turner, lifting an eyebrow and looking at him questioning, he looked at Daring and nodded. That was her signal that she was free to jump out and start her search and adventure on the undiscovered island- looking untouched. Daring opened the right-side door. It was tough considering the air hitting the plane. The cold, freezing air struck her, thinking of the name ''Bah'ia'', and closing her eyes when she lets herself fall backwards into the freezing cold air of the heights.

While falling down out of the cold blue sky with her back facing the ground, Daring closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fresh, cold air hitting her face and her hands, hearing the sound of the engine from the plane slowly fading into complete silence, only hearing the whizzing of the wind by her ears. She opened her eyes and saw the plane slowly vanishing in the skies. It felt like she fell in slow-motion, time went so slow. As the sun shun upon the plane, she realized how fast she actually fell and quickly made herself ready to activate her parachute. 'A perfect moment ruined'. At the correct height, she pulled the string from her parachute while hoping everything will work. Seeing herself fall at a dangerous speed she pulled the string, and the parachute activated, giving her a sudden, shocking stop. It felt like her guts shot up her throat- a gross feeling. The parachute suddenly caught so much air. Daring looked down at the gorgeus but dangerous beauty of the island, staring at it as if she never has seen anything like it before. She steered to the safest place to land. 'I need to land somewhere safe, somewhere without trees'. Her obvious choice was the beach- slowly coming closer to the ground. She saw the island come closer and closer, maneuvering and landing safely but hard on the sand, and sighed in relief- happy to set her feet on land after a long flight. After a safe landing, she took off her parachute and immediately tried to localize where she was; by grabbing the map that was attached to the letter out of her backpack.
The sun was blazing hot, the heat was unbearable- even for Daring Do. By looking around, she tried to find some landmarks she would be able to find on the map, but there was nothing. Just tall trees and thick vines. It would have needed 5 men to surround one single tree, they were humongous. And small rocks that looked like the edges were washed round by water. Suddenly, breaking the silence but the loud waves smashing against the rocks on the beach, she heard something. It wasn't something you hear everyday. As Daring turned around, there was..... Nothing. 'I am not alone', she noted in her mind, knowing there are unkown presences in the jungle; while putting the map back where it was and heading off, following the compass needle pointing to the West. "I need to keep my eyes peeled", was her first action for safety. Daring stood still and took her time, staring at the tall trees and the green vines hanging. A walk from the beach up to the entrance of the massive jungle, she entered with caution, knowing that anything could kill her- anytime when she least expects it.

By stepping on the green grass and the leaves of the jungle, she knows that this place doesn't take it easy on somebody who steps in this territory.

Surrounded by the major, absolutely humongous jungle trees and vines, Daring couldn't see through the thick vines blocking her field of view. Only small cracks through the bushes. Not being able to see what is around you makes a huge disadvantage, so she improvised. Daring took out her machete from her backpack she had with her to cut the thick, green vines to create a path for her to walk- knowing that it could come to good use. She walked and swayed her shiny machete from left to right, cutting her way through, also giving her better vision of her surroundings. The thick vines were rough to cut through, they were very strong, capable of withstanding a strike from a sharp bladed object. Sometimes it even took more than just one strike to cut the thick vines.

After swaying her machete back and forth for around 2 hours through the deep jungle with exhausted arms, she suddenly heard the sound of breaking wood again. Somewhere behind her. Daring heard the swaying of the machete and the branches that cracked under her boots, but it sounded different. This time, she didn't turn around quickly. Daring looked around, standing completely still. She saw nothing. Nothing but the leaves falling from the trees and the birds flying around her. She turned back and took 2 steps forward and then turned around as quickly as possible. With the last blink of an eye, she saw a shadow, a strange figure disappearing quickly behind some bushes a few feet away. She was feeling uncomfortable now, a gross feeling in her stomach appeared, she felt nauseated, knowing there is something lurking behind her, not knowing if it is harmful or not. By her fear, she was alerted, and heard every sound around her. Birds humming their songs, branches who's leaves were moved slowly by the wind, even the leaves falling down. She did not hear the steps again nor see a shadow anywhere beside the ones casted by the plants.
She continued walking through the tough terrain swaying around with her machete.

For a long time, she heard nothing, only the birds chirping and the sticks cracking underneath her boots, the swaying of her machete against the vines, but all of a sudden, something whizzed by, close by her ear, nearly scratching it. Out of reflex, she ducked. Daring acted after only a split-second and quickly found cover behind one of the massive trees, hearing angry and disappointed sounding shouts all over the place, surrounding her. "People?!" Daring shouted in panic. She knew she was being ambushed. Daring crouched behind the big tree, hearing hey were speaking in a tongue unknown to her. It sounded ancient, like Hebrew. 'They had to be natives', she pointed out to herself. She slipped out a smile saying 'I am definetly not alone'.

She packed all her power together in order to keep calm and think of a plan as quickly as possible, how to lose these guys, how to get out of here in one piece. If she doesn't act now, this could be the end of her trip, but Daring wasn't planning on stopping here. When those people spoke, she heard pauses. They spoke, then it went silent. But then they spoke again, shouting, screaming all around her,
making it difficult to remain calm and think of what to do to escape. "Fighting these guys would be useless", since she didn't even know where they were. She imagined the map infront of her closed eyes, remembering it from earlier, thinking back. The screaming and shouting was intense, Daring couldn't focus as she heard the voices come closer to her. 'To the south was the scribbled valley!', was all she needed to know. She had a plan that could work. She could make it out alive.
Rushed, she stood up, still in cover, leaning against the large tree, waiting to hear voices again to trace where they were. As the people chasing her spoke again, she knew they were coming closer by every second she waits. Daring could hear how far away they were. The vines and leaves make it impossible to see where they were. "Now or never", and darted away from the tree, to the south where the valley was. Sprinting with all her energy, running from the unkown voices that are after her, away from danger, away from what is here to kill her. She ran with all her might, and Daring heard the voices slowly fade away as she sprinted through the thick and dangerous jungle. Branches hit her face, scratches her legs and cuts her arms.

After running for a little while through the jungle, she got away from the attackers, the voices were not to be heard. Daring decided to slow down a tad and keep her eyes open for her native followers- while looking around wildly. She had to catch her breath. Her legs were in brutal pain from the branches and thorns cutting her. She wondered why they wanted to kill her, to get rid of her. Was it because of the land she was walking on un-invited? is this jungle someone's property? But it didn't matter, 'At least I got away- alive.' She gasps for air after the intense running, exhausted.
Finally, when she caught her breath and looked around the perimeter, she took out her machete from her backpack and cut some of the vines around her to see where she was. Giving mighty strikes, the vines were seperated and as she cut the last couple of vines in front of her, the valley appearing. It was hidden behind the vines, it proves that it was nearly impossible to see through. Daring had to stop to stare at this beauty. Her eyes widely opened of unbelief. There were flying birds of all imaginable colors in the humid warm air, waterfalls off the cliff that surrounded the valley on 200 of 360 degrees, and all the trees, small and tall, they were smelling fresh and natural. She looked down to see a scary, steep drop down. Out of fascination, she nearly forgot that she has followers. "This kind of hesitation would get me killed", Daring said to herself with a soft voice, and snapped out of it.

Suddenly, Daring heard the native's behind her again. Voices suddenly appearing louder and louder as she turned her head back. They weren't shouting this time. She could hear the men whispering, crawling through the bushes, sneaking. She was being ambushed again, she heard the men coming from her right and left. But they are no match for Daring. The voices came closer and closer, she heard them louder and louder, and the razzling in the bushes could be heard caused by their movement. Daring had no other choice but to do so.

When the native warriors showed up from behind the bushes and in the cover of the treeline, Daring saluted to the native's and put on a "no-worries" smile, just to take a step back, and fall down the steep cliff. With a blink of an eye, she saw one of her native followers. The only thing she could see was their bare skin, only clothing to cover the privates. They were heavily tanned, not so strange for people who live on a very sunny island.
The feeling of falling seemed to last for ever, even if it just lasted a blink of an eye long, she thought of so much and pictures of her trip flying by, like in the stories, facing the light blue sky. Then the painful, sudden impact. The slam against the hard ground could be heard by the impact, it sounded like a bad slam. She was knocked unconcious.

The stone ground hurt her very badly. Her legs, her arms, her head. Every part of her body hurt or felt numb, lying with her back on the cold stone ground facing toward the sky. The pain was unbearable for her, as she let out an intense scream. But her plan worked. She finally lost the stalkers by her 20 feet fall, knowing it was the right thing to do, since she would have died, or even worse- get captured. Feeling weak, she fought against her eyelids closing under their own weight, which increased heavily, and fainted.

When she opened her eyes slowly, still feeling broken and her eyelids weighing tons, she saw colorful hair appearing out of nowhere, above her head tickling her nose. Daring thought it was a bird, but this hair seemed different...
She darted into a sitting position by adrenaline, feeling intense back pain and nearly hit the owner of the hair. The hair was shoulder-long, dyed in all colors of the rainbow. The girl's eyecatching hair sat beside her, smiling at her with shining, widened eyes, stuttering my name. 'Daring'.

Daring Do was confused of where she was at the moment, and obviously not where the native girl came from. They looked at each-other, and the native girl kept stuttering 'Daring?' in a relieving way, with a big smile on her face. After some seconds of staring into each-others eyes deeply, the admiring girl introduced herself- Daring, still didn't know what is going on.

"I am Rainbow Dash, my friends call me Rainbow, or Dashie", she said rushed and held her hand out, with a huge smile on her face. Daring didn't get it. Was she friendly?
"I am so honored to meet you" she added quickly afterwards.

When Daring accepted and gripped her hand, she felt how soft it was, the skin felt soft as best Equestrian fabric, and was a bit sweaty, maybe caused by the humid air. The hand seemed familiar... She kept staring into the girl's eyes, something in them caught her and let fantasies play through her mind, fantasies she should not be having.
She nodded and said with a broken voice: "Happy to see you too, but how did you get here? and should I know you?" she asked interested and in disbelief of this being real.

The girl jumped up into a straight stance looking at her "Rainbow Dash, incarnation of the element of loyalty", she said proudly.

Daring just nodded, wanting to keep her nose high, and asked dry: "And how in Celestia's name did you get here?", but deep inside she felt explosions everytime she looked at the girls face, explosions in her body. Feeling great like never before. Daring didn't feel any pain, she felt, numb...

The girl tip toed on one point and said blushed: "The doctor sent me with you if you may get into trouble", with another smile.

At this point based on her blush towards the girl when seeing her blushed, was...... feeling love.

At this moment she thought back, to when she drove her hand over her shoulder and thought of that one girl, slowly she realized, that this girl just took her hand and smiled into her face.

(END OF CHAPTER ONE)

Author's Note

What will the both experience and unveal in the next chapter? And will the find out about each other's feelings they unknowingly share?