Blossom

Chapter One: Carnations

     How much longer must I tread through this snow?  My feet have gone numb; each step coats the snow in red. My body is growing weaker, and these wounds are cutting deeper into what little time I have left.  

     She closed her eyes and began to take a deep breath of the cold air. As she inhaled, the cold scentless air began to sprout; blooming in her lungs from cold scentless air into warm floral filled air.

     She opened her eyes, the snow filled plain was gone, replaced by an ocean of white carnations. The once cold, desolate and lifeless plain was now warm, breathing and living. The woman clad in armor that can tell a story like a book, scratched, cracking, and stained with blood etched into each of those seams: felt her sword slip away from her grip. Her sword, dull and lifeless whose hilt was stained red. She collapsed against the stems. The carnations once white began to bloom red as they drank from the earth the blood she poured turning a bruised crimson red; reminding her of a familiar sight.

     After  every "trip" my father would come home with flowers in his hands. He would pick me up and tell me that these flowers are called carnations. That they have a special meaning that reminded him a lot of me. He always wore a solemn yet cheery smile when saying this.But over the years, my fathers smile became more solemn and the bundle of flowers he brought became filled with more red carnations. Not like the ones me and my mother  grew the they were a deep, organic red. I always thought he got them from a special place but now understand those flowers held him inside.

     A chattering sound in the distant woke her from her reminiscences. She saw two blurry figures in the distance approaching growing bigger and louder. As they got closer, she couldn't tell if they were actually talking or bickering like an old couple.

 " I told you it would work! I'm the greatest," The first one boasted.

" I wasn't doubting you," the second retorted. "I was worried your ' holy nimrod-ness messing up' I was worried about 'Oh Mr I'm-So-Great' messing up the structure of this ecosystem around here"

" Ewwwwwwwww, big words," the first grunted. I don't care; its pretty"

The two figures stopped short after gazing on the knight. She in her tattered armor lays in the middle of blood stained carnations holding onto what consciousness she has left.

"Is that a person? The second asked, with a mix of confusion and disgust carrying in his voice. "Why are these carnations red? They're suppose to be white! That is what the spell was suppose to do!" 

" SHUT UP help them right now!" The first snapped his voice sharp and full of disdain for that comment. cant you see they are on the verge of death?" 

Snarkily the first comments." Why should I they messed up this beautiful field of flowers" 

"Just do it!" The first remarked, holding a anger and disappointment in his voice."or I'll turn you in Mr. Holiness"