Novels by PenaSena

The sky was brilliantly clear that morning as the wagons rumbled along the red dirt road.After a quick breakfast, the members of the Happy Carnival packed up camp without delay. They still had several days' journey ahead before reaching the next town.Rosella now rode in the third wagon, the one under Rowan's charge.Seated beside him at the reins, she chatted away without pause. The two laughed so often that Rowan's unmistakable, booming laughter carried all the way to the wagons in front."What on earth are they talking about?" Issac grumbled, knitting his brows.Sahila laughed."Ro's simply that much fun to be around."When night fell, the troupe made camp once again.They hunted for game and gathered whatever edible plants the forest had to offer. After three days on the road, Rosella and Rowan had become nearly inseparable. Wherever one went, the other was rarely far behind.Today was no different.Rosella had already slung a woven basket over her arm, ready to follow Rowan into

Madam Helen drew deeply on her cigar, the smoke escaping in a slow, weary breath. Her eyes remained shut, her brow knitted with exhaustion. She hadn't slept a wink. All night long, she'd waited for news of the girl who had worked beside her for the past three years.Sebastian returned first, his expression dark enough to tell the story on its own.Rosella followed close behind. Her eyes were swollen, still red from crying over their failure to bring Isabella back. Madam Helen didn't need an explanation. One glance at their faces was enough. Isabella was gone."I see..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "So she isn't coming back."Though Rosella had only known Madam Helen for a short time, she had already come to understand the woman. She took in abandoned girls, gave them honest work, a roof over their heads, and a place where they could finally feel safe."She will come back," Rosella said firmly.Madam Helen lifted her eyes to the girl. "No one ever comes back, child.

Sebastian glared at the books with barely concealed frustration. Clover was still handing out his enchanted books.It was a disaster waiting to happen.His foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floor as he rested his chin on one hand, deep in thought. Ever since explaining what had happened to his mother, countless worries had begun flooding his mind.This wasn't the first time Sebastian had encountered someone from another world. They were rare. But every one of them had changed this world in ways no one could ignore."You shouldn't be here."His voice was firm. "You have to go back to where you came from.""What?!"Rosella shook her head vigorously. "No!""If that's the case..." Sebastian strode toward the table."...then get rid of those books."Rosella snatched both books into her arms before he could touch them."They're mine!""You can't just throw them away!""Did you not hear a single word I just said?!""I'M NOT GOING BACK!"Rosella shouted. "No matter what happens...""

The next morning, Rosella wandered through the bustling city marketplace with a woven basket swinging lightly from one arm.In her other hand was a neatly folded shopping list. Madam Helen had entrusted her with a small pouch of coins and sent her out to buy the ingredients the tavern needed.Rosella couldn't help smiling. She skipped lightly through the crowded streets, humming a cheerful tune beneath her breath. Her skirt swayed gracefully with every buoyant step. Earlier that morning, Isabella had tied her silver curls into a neat ponytail. She absolutely adored styling other people's hair."Coffee beans..."Rosella murmured, glancing from one side of the street to the other."Where's the coffee bean shop?"She had already reached the end of the alley without finding it. The apple seller had sworn the shop was somewhere around here. Yet there was nothing in sight. Only a few stray cats rummaging through overflowing rubbish bins.The buildings lining the narrow alley were old, weath

"Ro?"A girl with chestnut-brown hair and warm hazel eyes called out to her.Rosella looked up only briefly before returning her attention to the book in her hands. She thought the book had vanished. But suddenly it comes back to her in the next morning. Rosella curly hair had been tied into a loose ponytail to keep it from falling into her face while she worked at the tavern.Business was slow that afternoon.She had claimed her favourite seat by the window, quietly reading the book Clover had given her.Outside, Madam Helen lounged in the courtyard, leisurely puffing on one of her cigars as she watched people wander past the tavern.The girl who had called her was Isabella.She was another waitress who worked for Madam Helen and had been at the tavern for nearly three years. An orphan with nowhere else to go, Isabella had been taken in by Madam Helen when she was younger.Now the two girls shared the room upstairs.It had been a week since Rosella arrived in this strange new land.

There were countless kinds of books in the world.One of them told stories about just how vast the world truly was. Beyond the forest lay endless salt seas stretching so far that no one could see where they ended. There were scorching deserts where nothing but sand lived, sprawling grasslands that rolled beyond the horizon, and mountains so tall they seemed to touch the heavens.Then there was frozen rain that drifted gently from the sky.People called it snow.Other books spoke of fairy tales filled with mythical creatures, ancient legends, and daring adventures. Some told romantic stories of handsome princes and beautiful princesses whose love conquered every obstacle.Rosella let out a quiet sigh.She was sixteen years old, yet she had no idea what love was.Back in Faraway, every girl who came of age simply married a farmer or a shepherd before spending the rest of her life raising children.The village boys handed flowers to the girls they thought were pretty, drowning them in sy