100 yards. That was it. The distance had seemed so long from that window in their School. But truthfully, it wasn't. The fact is, it was just as scary as if it was miles wide though. In front of the five of us, and the gap where Alger should have been standing, a field of flowers bloomed.
White lily-like flowers, with wide petals that drooped towards the ground gracefully, were held up by thick light green stems. Each hosted a few long and bright leaves that mimicked the petals. Little blue bells pushed their petite faces up towards the sky, wild with the joy of a warm day. Yellow daffodils held themselves erect, straining towards the gleaming sun. Their stems and leaves much resembled the lilies'. These three plants were clumped in groups of their own kind, each with a few outliers. Low-lying pink petunias covered the ground, leaving no space to step as far as my eye could see. Their many petals fluttered in the air, reminding me of laundry hung up on the line during a breeze. Lastly, two flower types that I had never seen before popped out. They were blue and red, with short petals around a huge head of yellow or brown. Each one had many small olive leaves covering their thick stem. It seemed that these new flowers were actually the same species. All together, it was completely lovely.
But when I freed my mind to really see them, I could sense each of their personalities. One might say that a flower can't have a personality, but I'm telling you otherwise. It was truly a mixed bag with this lot though. I dived into the air from my body, briefly suspended above the scene, then went first to the lilies. They were purely gold hearted. They welcomed me to their home mind, the central flower. The smooth warm flow of their combined plant consciousness was like swimming down an easily moving stream. I know that a smile lit my face. My mind just relaxed into it. The life of the plant-mind glowed a deep shade of yellow, mixed in with the clean white of their petals. A faint sound, a bit like a mother shushing a little baby reached my insubstantial ears. Swirls of soft light carried me to the very center. There, a mind was waiting for my arrival.
"Your life stream is amazing. It is truly beautiful."
I could not see anything other than a glowing gold ball. I was floating in a lake of light. Around me many of the tributaries to this mind, like the one that I'd come on, emptied. A great rush came from one on the right, and I knew instantly that the sun was beginning its journey towards the horizon. Then a voice spoke, resonating within my nonexistent head and also outside of me. It flowed like the light and energy all around us. It was pleased at my comment, and many voices spoke as one, gentle and slow.
"Thank you. No one has ever said that to us before. We welcome you to our mind, but we must also ask you questions of entrance. If we may know, how did you join us? We can feel you mean no harm, but we are curious."
"I have come by way of my own mind. My ability lay latent until only a couple years ago, but I have discovered that I may leave my body on will."
"That is quite a gift little one. May we call you that?"
"If you wish to. I am also known as Ivy."
It was approving. "A good name, little one. A plant's name. We have been here for many years longer than you have been on this world, and never have we come into contact with another of your strength."
"Oh." I was surprised, for what could I say to that?
It laughed, music played in the air. It was like a piano's highest but most beautiful notes had just appeared from nothing. "We have made you uncomfortable. We apologize."
"It is fine. I'm usually rather awkward either way." It laughed again.
"Little one, we have enjoyed learning of you. But what of your friends? They are standing out there, gazing towards your empty body."
"They are with me on a quest. Michael is the one with the dark brown hair and green eyes. Morianne is the girl. Corby has longish brown hair. Kylie is the wolf."
"Not to disrespect, but what are you five doing in this place? It is not common for us to have visitors. You do know what our pollen does if a body inhales it?"
"Yes. But we must cross this patch. We are from a place where humans have been sheltered for decades by kind L.C.s, but now the boundaries are falling. The L.C.s will lose their power if they fix it. They have decided to put themselves before us. So my friends and I have set out to find an ancient ocean power source, so that we can fix the walls which serve as boundaries."