Page 50 - Fallen Thoughts

Sweet Revenge

In a quiet land not so far away, a petite flower sways in a green field. The

petals are a beautiful red which stand out amongst the lush grass that surrounds

it. A slight wind rocks the flower but its stem is sturdy and aged.

It has been here for eternity. Centuries have passed avoiding this flower,

never taking its beauty. The flower never dies in winter, never suffocates in times

of droughts. The small patch of red never changes. And its secret to this? There

are only a handful cursed with the knowledge.

Fate is a curious thing. Some people swear their whole lives by it, calling

every unexpected event a sign from fate. No matter what you believe I know for

sure fate is cruel.

Ever so often a child will stumble onto the cursed field to play. The

innocence of the young one is attracted to the calmness of the flower. And, the

flower desires the child. As the children who venture to this wretched land

approach the flower it begins to grow. A soft song of chimes can be heard in the

wind. A spell to distract the child. The petals enlarge to become a colossal,

crimson mane. The small center grows a soft face with a smile.

The young children laugh and play with the monster, letting their

imagination take control. Their eyes are bright with laughter and joy but they are

blind to their fleeting future.

Dreadfully, this monster is no figment of one's imagination, it is very real

indeed. As the unfavourable flower plays with the child it evolves once again. It

feeds off the child's pureness. The child, untouched by humanity’s cruelness, is

blinded by the beauty of the flower.