Chapter 50 Emma's Story

Sunday, December 31, 2034.

Human's Planet, Central Empire Capital, Witch's Restaurant, 10:00 a.m.

Morgana in white silk long gown with intricate pattern and gold lace sat at the bar counter, holding her glass wine. She laid down her wine glass on the bar counter, looking upon five witches. The order of their seats from right to left were Emma, Ava, Scarlett, Wynter and Faith.

"Hello, ladies! Let's began Thriller Storytelling Contest! The order of your seats from right to left would be the storytelling order. I would like to listen to your most horrified moment, to feel your delight, sorrow, mercy, kindness and love. Emma, you tell first. Please introduce yourself!"

Morgana said in a peaceful tone, announcing beginning of Thriller Storytelling Contest. She slightly raised her head, looking unto Emma. She gently raised her wine glass, expecting a good story to match the fine wine.

'Tasting fine wine is a kind of great enjoyment and a solution to forget worries and fears in the surface of consciousness. Listening to thriller story is a kind of entertaining amusement and a solution to conquer worries and fears. Fine wine by itself is just a glass of wine, thriller story by itself is just a story, but fine wine and thriller story together would be magnificent.'

Emma in black silk long dress with sheer cape, green sash and matching pointed witch hat sat at the bar counter, holding her wine glass. She laid down her wine glass on the bar counter, looking unto her wine glass with hues of blood.

"I'm Emma, the Witch of Earth, with ability to borrow a part of power from the nature. If I borrowed a part of power from earth, I would be capable of causing earthquake. If I borrowed a part of power from wind, I would be capable of causing tornado. If I borrowed a part of power from ocean, I would be capable of causing tsunami."

Emma said in a peaceful tone, introducing herself with ability to borrow a part of power from the nature. Her green hair matched her green sash, falling on her slender waist like weeping willow. Her green eyes with hues of amber gazed at her wine glass, reflecting the wine glass into her view.

'I have experienced things that people wouldn't believe. I witnessed earthquake destroying everything that people cherished into ruins. I witnessed tornado swirling with broken trees, flying rubbish, and drifting sand. I witnessed tsunami crushing upon seaside, where cities were overwhelmed by crushing tsunami.'

Morgana sipped a little bit of the witch's wine, listening to Emma's self-introduction. After hearing Emma's self-introduction, she looked at this little witch, knowing Emma must be a powerful witch with ability to raise the nature's wrath. She laid her wine glass on the bar counter, looking into Emma's eyes.

"You are a powerful witch and a beautiful lady. In your precious and wild one life, you must have experienced things that people wouldn't believe. There must be sweetness and bitterness in the journey of growth. I would like to listen to your most horrified moment. Please tell me a tale of thriller story!"

Morgana said in a peaceful tone, expecting a tale of thriller story in Emma's precious and wild one life. She would like to listen to Emma's most horrified moment, to feel her delight, sorrow, mercy, kindness and love. If she knew Emma's most horrified moment, she might be able to help her conquer her worries and fears.

'Each strong person might have a fragile heart that's contained with worries and fears. We should try to be strong to protect our fragile hearts. The solution to conquer worries and fears is smiling upon whatever might cause our worries and fears.'

Emma honored the queen's instruction, knowing the queen would like to listen to her most horrified moment. She gently raised her wine glass, sipping a little bit of witch's wine. She gently laid down her wine glass on the bar counter, looking unto her wine glass with hues of blood.

"Once upon a time, there was the bus of death, it came from the station of hell, passing through the bus stop of my hometown. In the darkest night of winter, I sat at the bus stop of my hometown, waiting for the last bus. The bus of death came with winter wind, parking at the bus stop in front of me. It's too dark to see the car plate number. It's with hesitation that I sat at bus stop, struggling with the question, whether I should get in the bus, or I should come back home."

Emma said in a horrified tone, sharing her most horrified moment. She looked at her wine glass, reflecting her wine glass into her view. She looked back the most horrified moment, recalling the bus of death that came with winter wind, parking at bus stop of her hometown.

'I have experienced the most horrified moment of my life that people wouldn't believe. I witnessed the bus of death came with winter wind, parking at the bus stop of my hometown. I sat at the bus stop, struggling with the question, whether I should get in the bus, or I should come back home. At the crossroads of life, there were two paths in front of me. One path might lead me to a normal girl's life, and another path might lead me to an unpredictable future. To get in the bus or not to get in the bus, that's the question. Each choice might point at a diverse path at the crossroads of life.'

Morgana sat at the bar counter in the gloomy Witch's Restaurant, listening to Emma telling the most horrified moment. She hadn't experienced what Emma experienced, but by listening to Emma telling her thriller story, she could imagine a little girl sat at the bus stop, waiting for the last bus in the darkest night of winter.

"You came to the crossroads of life, the bus stop of your hometown, waiting for the last bus in the darkest night of winter. The bus of death came with winter wind, parking at the bus stop of your hometown. To get in the bus or not to get in the bus, that's the questio. I can't wait to hear the following horrified thriller story."

Morgana said in a peaceful tone, expecting the following horrified thriller story of Emma's life. She had no knowledge of the bus of death, but she could imagine the bus of death came with winter wind, parking at the bus stop. She could imagine as if she was the little girl faced with the bus of death.

'If I was the little girl faced with the bus of death, I would get in the bus of death, and check what the hell might be inside the bus. If all passengers were monsters from hell, and I was just a little girl, I would find a place to hide. If the bus of death brought all passengers to hell, I would smile upon death.'

Emma sat at the right of the bar counter under starry ceiling, looking her wine glass. She recalled that night the bus of death came with winter wind, parking at bus stop of her hometown. She recalled that night she sat at the bus stop of her hometown, waiting for the last bus in the darkest night of winter.

"The bus of death came with winter wind, parking at the stop of my hometown, when I sat at the bus stop, waiting for the last bus in the darkest night of winter. It's with hesitation that I got in the bus of death, stepping on the journey of adventures with no ideas what future might hold and where the journey might lead to me. I turned around, looking unto the seats, where all passengers looked like monsters with animal masks. I realized I got in the wrong bus, but the bus of death had shut the door and windows. Before long, I heard a report from the bus of death. All passengers were told that only one of us would be allowed to survive. Each passenger got a weapon in hand, and I got a gun. It's with hesitation that I touched the gun, struggling with the question, weather I should use my gun to protect myself, or I should abandon my gun."

Emma said in a horrified tone, sharing her most horrified moment in the bus of death. She felt her heartbeat, as she recalled the most horrified moment in the bus of death. She looked at her wine glass with hues of blood, as if she looked at the cold-blooded massacre that all passengers slaughtered each other in the bus of death.

'I have experienced things that people wouldn't believe. I witnessed the cold-blooded massacre that all passengers slaughtered each other. I witnessed all monsters with animal masks raised their weapons, slaughtering each other like cold-blooded beasts. I witnessed scarlet blood red-stained the seats and windows, flowing on the aisle like the stream of blood.'

Morgana sat at the bar counter in front of Emma, listening to Emma telling the most horrified moment. She hadn't experienced Emma's situation in the bus of death, but she could imagine what the hell might happen, when all passengers were told that only one would be allowed to survive.

"How the hell did that happen? I can't believe that the bus of death exists in the world. If I encountered the bus of death, I will smash it into pieces. You were deceived by the bus of death, and faced with the sitation of life and death. You did survive through the massacre, didn't you? How could you make it? I can't wait to listen to the following thriller story."

Morgana said in a peaceful tone, expecting the following thriller story. She hadn't experienced the situation of life and death in the bus of death, but she could imagine a little girl with a gun in her hand faced upon many monsters, witnessing the massacre that all passengers slaughtered each other.

'The little girl who held with curiosity about the outside world and a firing ambition of being an adventurer, she sat at the bus stop of her hometown, waiting for the last bus in the darkest night of winter. She got in the wrong bus, and fell in the situation of life and death, when all passengers were told that onely one of them would be allowed to survive. How could she survive?'