Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 1

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Blooming Spring Flower - Chapter 1


Once upon a time... there was this...girl with long, thin, glossy red hair, the most beautiful smile, lovely dark blue eyes, and tender/loving personallity. She was the queens maid, servent who worked hard everyday to feed and raise her younger brother: Simmon.
He was sick: messy hair, red nose, high fever and swollen pimples tormented him everyday.
yet, he's strenght and love for the life( and sister) that he had been blessed with, kept him going, fighting death.
One day, she left earlier and said goodbye to her shivering brother, with a simple kiss on the forehead, a smile, a sigh and a tear.
She slowly closed the door behind her, and left for the palace. She walked trought the thick woods, across the storming river into the embracing village.
The streeets were filled with people, stolling and greeting each other with a friendly wave or "lift of the old hat".
Children ran up and down the hills and stairs, while the dogs felt puzzled by the rising movemnt of Watila.
As she came closer and closer to Palace ( right on the center of Watila), she rose her hands, joined her soft and wavy hair, on a ponytail up high, on her little head : even though she had one of the most important jobs of the Royal Palace, she was still a 16 year old child, small , beautiful and charming as flower that began to bloom, on a Spring day. It was in fact Spring, on Watila
The most enjoyable time of the year.
Before she entered the Centered building, she sat by the fountain and washed her pale face.She look exausted and felt weak.
The decided to rest her eyes for a couple of minutes, so that the dizzyness could go away, but eventually she fell asleep, right there near the sweet, sweet water of Watila's Golden Fountain: Simnitagog.

"Just like a blooming flower,
who's petals turned red of anger,
could it be the face of danger
that one face's when it feels treatned by death itself?
Perhaps it is why,
Blue violets die,
Red roses stay,
feed of anger and despair,
do you dare, continue to suffer untill your last breath is taken?"

A drop of rain, falls on her rosey cheeck as the girl awakes puzzled by the words of an unknow man during her dream.Was it really a dream?No time to think, she was late once more for the greeting ceremony of the queen.
On her way to the garden, she notices a shadow by the window:
a maid? Too big.
a butler? Too tall.
a gardener? Inside the castle - impossible!
She finally arrives when the ceremony is comming to an end.
She walks towards the queen, with her head down low, her mouth trembling and her eyes stinging: she was sure to be lectured.
The queen notices the girl, takes a deep breath and remains still, by the rosebushes of the garden.Surronded by butlers, maids and other employees, she orders them to leave witha simple gaze and twitch with her head.The queen was extremly strict.
She looks up at the queen, pressing her hands against her knees, messing her dress: she couldn't help feeling nervous or stressed because she was sure to be punished in a frightning way.
"I hope your pleased with yourself: you missed yet another one of the Watila's festive ceremony's"
The 16 year-old tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out.
"I have brought you up, like my own child ever since your parents passed away.Last year, you decided to leave( by your own freewill) and go and live with your half-brother.I thought it was a bad decision, but I did not oppose."
Tears rolled down the girl's cheecks.
"now, you don't even bother showing up at the palace in time, your performances are getting worst , your smile keeps fading...it's as if you don't even care about you're own mother anymore!You don't smile, cheer or communicate, with anyone rather your dieing brother!"
Ouch.
The queen sighed heavily , turned around and left the youngster lying there, wheeping desperatly.
The young woman, felt like a lost child on those gardens, doomed to forgetness affraid to never be found by...anyone.
Inside she felt weak, tired, empty and alone. She had no reasons to smile, and now no one seemed to care: the queen had given up her hope on, what used to be, a cheerful child.

"Have I become, the rose whose petals are red of anger?My heart tells me I'll never 'live' again"

*END OF CHAPTER 1*

Next chapter: yep, there's a boy. Not a special, nice and warming boy, who will love her forever and ever, but a Prince.Who is that prince? And who was the man on the window? Was the 'poem' a dream?

Stay tunned.