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Brooke dried herself off by the lake in Eden, where she spent most of her day practicing her Earth Shield. The results were 3% better then yesterday and she huffed in excitement. Even if it was a small change, it was still change to her. She was putting her hair in a messy bun when she looked down, “Oh no!” She cried out as she looked at the soak flower on the bank of the lake. She sniffed and ran her hand over it and buried it, then focused on a new rose bush coming up. Slowly, but surely, a small bush grew and red roses slowly blossomed over the dead flower. Brooke gently picked the flower, “Thank you sweet bush, may you blossom more beautiful flowers.” She whispered as she placed the flower into her hair. The sun warmed her pale skin and she smiled, today had been a good day.

The trees seemed to sway as she hummed a song, the branches dipping in rhythm. Brooke gently grabbed her dress and dagger, and then walked among the path she created in her mind. Eden was big, and even though she had been here since she was a kid, she still had not explored even half of it. The beat of the song lead her onto a brand new path. She frowned when she saw that it did not have any flowers. Her hands rose waist high and as she closed her eyes, she focused on the ground, picturing the seeds sprouting little roots, then growing bigger and bigger until it was bushes. Next she pictured blue, red, and yellow roses sprouting from the branches. When she opened her eyes there were rose bushes lining the path with multicolored roses. “There.” She smiled and kept walking. Birds chirped as she passed by and she waved up at them. Brooke started to sing the last song her mother taughter her:
“Beautiful Mother Nature,
She looked at me with a smile on her face
Then she started to cry,
She said: "why did my children forsake me?"
She felt like she was dying,
Oh ungrateful children.

When she was young she was beautiful and strong
The more children she had the more things went wrong
Now she`s feeling old and cold
And her heart doesn`t feel love anymore

Beautiful Mother Nature,
She sat me down and told me to sing her song
Maybe it would make her feel better,
Maybe her children would sing along
And see the wrong we have done,
Make amends to ment her heart

She still wouldn`t hate none of her children
No matter what cruel things they've done
She`ll always be there when her baby`s crying
She`s a mother she`s a mother you can depend on

Beautiful Mother Nature,
she`s hopin`her children will love her again
Like once she remember,
Before skyscrapers and chemical plants
When she was all that we had,
Before they polluted her sacred land

Now her tears are falling like acid rain
And her voice sounds like earthquake
I had to beg her: "mother, please don`t leave
Give another chance; I'll talk to the kids

Beautiful Mother Nature she was my
Beautiful Mother Nature still is my
Beautiful Mother Nature she is my
Beautiful Mother Nature still is my my my”
As she sang her heart broke, she missed her mother dearly. It didn’t help that every time she went visit her aunt and uncle they would say “Ohh! You look so much like your mother.” And nothing seemed to mend the relationship between her and her siblings. Brooke shook her head, she could never tell anyone that she had powers; she knew what would come to her. Chills ran down her spine as the memories ran through her mind. Humans who killed other humans were the wild animals to her, her own siblings turned on her over something she didn’t do.
Sometime had passed and Brooke came up to a large tree. “Beautiful.” She whispered as she pet the bark. She jumped up some and grabbed onto one of the branches and climbed up. “Looks like I should rest here tonight.” She thought to herself. The sun had lain perfectly in the sky; some of the rays peeked through the leaves and splattered across her face. Brooke sighed in relief that she would live to see another day, or so she hoped.