Brooklyn is a normal girl: she loves manticores and nature. She lives in North Carolina. Except one day, everything turns for the worse. Or maybe the better...
It was a beautiful Summer day in North Carolina. The blue sky was opaque with sunlight, and there wasn't a single cloud to be seen. Brooklyn Sallow was in her yard on a lawn chair, enjoying some strawberry lemonade. The ground was scattered with cherry blossoms, and the air smelled of sun and water. Brooklyn was reading a book about her favorite creature: the manticore. They live deep down in the earth's core, where they thrive in the hot climate, by pools of molten rock and ash. They have the body of a fierce male lion; a main glimmering with sparks. Manticores have the wings of a dragon, horns of an ibex, and the long, thin tail of a scorpion. One thing Brooklyn loved about them- their ferocity and grace. She sipped her lemonade thoughtfully.
And then it rained fireballs.
This happened quite suddenly without warning. But once the storm had begun, it raged. Huge basketball-sized balls of fire and lava rained from the sky, like fiery orange comets. One fireball that was particularly large was getting closer and closer to Brooklyn, who had just noticed it was raining fireballs.
“BROOKLYN!”
