Juanita opened her eyes after waking up from what seemed to be one of the most replenishing dreams she had had in a long time. To her surprise, she felt that she was not in the same place where she had passed out. The air felt even cleaner than before, the grass was greener and the birds were singing new melodies.

The peasant girl stood up to look around only to confirm that she really didn't know where she was, the terrain was something completely new; everything was more open, there were no buildings in sight. Apparently, she had just woken up in a forest in the middle of nowhere, the only companion to her sight was the corn inside her apron that she had forgotten to go drop off at home.

-What is this place! - shouted Juanita to nowhere, hoping that someone familiar would answer her. -No, no, no, no, no, this must be a dream, that's it, it's just a dream! - she continued, and then spent at least five minutes pinching different extremities of her body in the hope that it would work.

After many reddened skin parts and attempts to wake up from the “dream”, the young woman decided to give up. At that point, she could think of nothing else to do but think about what she could do in this bizarre situation. “Why did this happen to me?” ‘How is this even possible?’ ‘What will happen to the workers?’ ”How will I ever get back?” These and thousands of other questions flew through his head, with none having any kind of clear answer.

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She screamed at the heavens once more, wishing this was all a nightmare. She tore at the grass, stomped on bushes, and threw rocks, but none of it gave her any answers.

After mentally and physically torturing herself, the girl with braids started to move, trying to find a way out of this strange world. She pinched herself one last time and decided to explore her surroundings. She couldn't be more lost than she already was, after all.

The forest was beautiful. There were a variety of shrubs, giant and tiny trees, some even with fruit. Despite being curious, she promised herself she wouldn't eat anything from this unknown place.

—I don't trust these trees... she complained as she eyed the tree with its beautiful red apples, trying to pretend her stomach hadn't just growled.

She had been walking for a while. At one point, she realized that despite all the plants, there weren't many flowers. This disappointed her because she would have liked to pick some along the way.

Eventually, she grew exhausted. It felt like the forest was endless; she'd never escape. Hunger was setting in, along with the fear that she might die there, lost and alone.

Juanita felt overwhelmed by despair. She sat down on the soft grass; it was so comfortable, anyone could fall asleep on it. And that's exactly what she did, sobbing as she missed home and feared for her life. But her crying was interrupted.

—Hello. — An unknown voice came from the bushes.

—Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!— Juanita screamed as if she were being murdered.

—I'm Sarah, nice to meet you. I've been waiting for you. — said this tall person with a mysterious tone, brushing off what looked like branches, grass, and flowers from her perfectly-kept suit.

Sarah

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—S-Sarah!? A person!? — The poor girl's eyes lit up; she was so relieved to see she wasn't alone. Someone to keep her company! She quickly wiped away her tears.

—Yes, a person. I will be your guide. Welcome to the world of Creavit, year nineteen hundred and five.

—Wait, wait, guide!? World!? Am I in another world?! Nineteen hundred and five?! —said the peasant girl, completely confused, pinching her arms repeatedly. —This is a dream, it's a dream, it can't be, it can't be. —the girl continued, utterly overwhelmed by the situation.

—Hey! None of that, you’re going to hurt yourself. This is not a dream, and yes, you’re in a new world, but don’t worry, I’ll help you get out of here. You’re not the first.

—I'm not the first?...

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—Clearly not, this has happened before, and I’ve helped all those who came before you. You’ll be fine, stay calm. Ask me your questions, and I’ll answer them, but first, tell me your name. —Sarah spoke eloquently and politely, without a superior tone, making her pleasant to the ear.

After the young guide said that, Juanita suddenly approached Sarah and quickly pinched her hand, more gently than when she hurt herself, making Sarah let out a small cry of pain.

—You’re real! My name is Juanita del Valle, I’m nineteen years old, and... sorry for the pinch, I just wanted to confirm you were real.

—Hey! That wasn’t very polite, Juanita, that hurt quite a bit. It’s surprising that I’m also nineteen and I don’t go around pinching people. —Sarah emphasized, still affected by Juanita's sudden attack.

—Sorry... Where were we?... —asked the peasant girl, hoping the conversation would get back on track after the interruption.

—Apology accepted. We’re in the world of Creavit, and you’re one of the many magical girls chosen by the Goddesses. Your help is needed in the nations of Creavit. There's Breiak, where we are now, Jyuska, Aismand, and Kermzán. In each nation, you’ll receive one of the gems as a reward for completing missions.

—So I’m here to help nations? Why?! Isn't there a faster option? I have a business and people to worry about! How will I even manage this?

—I understand that you’re confused. Yes, that’s why you’re here. It’s a unique opportunity given to a few. If you collect the gems, you’ll be able to make three wishes, one of which could be to return home. You can ask for anything related to this world. And no, there’s no faster option. You need to collect as many gems as possible. They are obtained in three ways: by helping the nymphs, aiding the main city, and one that involves the Goddesses... I’ll explain that in a moment.

—Thanks, I guess... this is going to be complicated... but you missed one question. What help will I have besides yours to get anything done? —she said, sighing, having no choice but to accept this as her destiny and try to show her best side.

—Did you bring anything with you? I see something in your apron. —the young guide pointed at Juanita’s apron.

—Ah... it’s just a regular ear of corn, I suppose you have those in this world, right?

—No, it’s not just regular corn. Look, press that corn kernel with a different color than the others. —again, Sarah pointed to a kernel that looked different from the rest.

—I see it looks different, yes. You better make this worth it and not waste this perfect corn. —the peasant girl joked as she pressed the different-colored kernel. It transformed what had been a regular ear of corn into a beautiful, decorated corn scepter. This beautiful object had twelve slots on the front; they were shaped like the symbols of a deck of cards, each symbol divided into three sizes along the staff: one large, one medium, and one small. Thanks to this, the magical girl associated it with the card games she used to play at home, recognizing them immediately. —Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs, and Spades! Just like in cards!

—I don’t know what cards are, but exactly! It’s great that you recognize these symbols. Let me explain. Each size relates to something different. The largest represents the death of the Goddess of the nation, the medium size relates to helping the nymphs of the nation, the companions of the Goddesses, and the smallest represents the nation’s main city:

Our Goddesses, who are all sisters, have their respective symbol and gemstone:

Cordelia, the Goddess of Breiak, has the heart as her symbol, and her gemstone is rose quartz.

Almaz, the Goddess of Jyuska, has the diamond as her symbol, and her gemstone is the diamond.

Trèfline, the Goddess of Aismand, has the clover as her symbol, and her gemstone is the emerald.

And lastly, Shula, the Goddess of Kermzán, has the spade as her symbol, and her gemstone is obsidian. Any questions? —Sarah mentioned with a smile after bombarding Juanita with the information, hoping it hadn’t overwhelmed her.

—Thanks, Sarah. I understand helping the main city and the nymphs, but can the Goddesses die? Are the Goddesses here with humans? Do I have to kill them?...

—Yes, the Goddesses can die, and yes, the Goddesses usually reside in a special place outside the city, but they’re on the same ground that connects us all, except for the clover Goddess; she likes luxury, but nothing we won’t be able to handle once we get there. And honestly, I don’t know of any other way.

—... So the people you helped before had to kill the previous Goddesses? Do more get born?...

—Uhhh, ummm... —Sarah found herself caught off guard by the question, thinking before she answered. —Yes, it did happen. It was horrible, but it was necessary. —Sarah tried to regain her confidence in everything she was saying after answering the question in a tasteless way, something she hadn’t done before. —But look, Juanita, you don’t seem too convinced by this, and I understand. We’ll be able to speak with the Goddesses personally and see if there’s another way to do it, okay?

Juanita’s emerald eyes sparkled, and she felt relieved that Sarah would help her find a non-violent solution with beings beyond her understanding. Thanks to her guide, she understood more about her scepter, the nations, and the Goddesses of each one. —Thank you, Sarah, you’ve really helped me get oriented in this new world. I’ll trust you; I hope you won’t disappoint me.

—I’m glad to hear that, Juanita. I hope we can be friends on this great journey ahead of us. You can trust me; I’ll trust you too. —after finishing saying this, she received a calm look from Juanita, which prompted her to continue speaking. —Shall we go to Oulars? It’s the main city of Breiak, and there we can start seeing what’s happening and how we can help.

When Juanita heard this, she pressed the corn scepter to see if it would return to its normal form so she could store it more easily in her apron. Her theory was correct; she successfully made it revert smoothly to its original form.

—To Olruas, we go! —said Juanita excitedly, following behind Sarah.

—... Oulars, it’s called Oulars... —Sarah replied, laughing lightly as they began their walk.