Blooming Spring Flower- Cover

Here it is: the first cover. Nor Blake, nor Simmon, nor the queen feature in this particular picture, that's why this is just the *FIRST* cover. Not *THE* cover of the whole story.
On the top you can see Heather ( she's sad...yeah, she's unhappy) and on the bottom you can spot Melantha( same as the picture on my last post).

Both drawings were made by me! ;) I love anime and manga, and I love to draw!
Any questions or requests feel free to e-mail ! * Right next to "comment" letters. Yeah, there's a little "envelope" at the bottom of this post*.

Drawings were edited with photoshop and paint shop pro.


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by Saritah

Blooming Spring Flower...Melantha

Here is Melantha from my story: Blooming Spring Flower.
She comes from the Souther Lands.Her father is the mighty ruler Zo, which makes her a princess -royal blood, althought it's red like the rest of us * general laughter*

Anyway, she is 21 years old, incredible beautiful, determined, inteligent and feminine - quite a character if I may add. Some will like her, others won't I can assure you.

I guess you'll have to read in order to find out more!
Cheers,

Saritah

Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 6

This is my favourite chapter so far.Gives you a little hinch of the real deal.It's love story, yeah but... with a lot of other little stories in it. You'll have to keep reading to find out!

xoxo*

Chapter 6 of...Blooming Spring Flower*

Heather gasped twice, showing horror and disbelief. She was just as surprise as Blake who searched for some sort of explanation on his mother’s eyes. Yet, the queen didn’t look ashamed or sorry for what she had done: looked pleased, extremely calm and at the same time, anxious to take a quick glimpse at Melantha’s expression.

The public clapped unaware of the queen’s mistake, since they hadn’t been introduced to the prince’s “mystery bride”. Everyone had heard that Watila’s prince had come back from war and was now to be married, to a “secret fiancé” who was, apparently by the announcement, Heather.

Heather swallowed hard, took a step back and blushed intensely: she refused to leave and head towards the dance floor; that was just…wrong. She was a maid, not a princess or a fiancé. Her dress was ripped on the back, she looked flushed, her hair was messy and she didn’t even know how to dance!

Blake on the other hand, decided to go along with his mother’s game and play as if they were really committed, just to tease her and prove that she wouldn’t embarrass him that easily. He headed towards Heather, leaving an angry Melantha behind; he glided through the people, with his head up and a proud smile across his dark tanned face. As soon as he stood in front of her, he took her right hand, kissed it softly and silently asked her to accompany him. Heather wide opened her eyes as if she was asking “Are you serious?”
He laughed, nodded and kindly led her to the dance floor. The musicians discussed which tune they should play, while the people observed the couple arrive to the floor. Heather loosened up her hair, making it fall over her skinny shoulders. ‘This ought to cover the dress- accident’ she thought to herself.

Blake asked her to place her left hand on his right, while his left hand slid down her back, to her waist. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed her dress was ripped on the back: Heather smiled embarrassedly and said that she’d explain later. She finally placed her other hand on his shoulder: they were ready to start.

The musicians began to play a fairly romantic tune, in honour of the couple. At first, Heather kept looking at her feet, but then Blake suggested it would be better if she’d just look into his eyes .It should be awkward, but in fact, the whole dance went smoothly. They were having a good time: Heather almost looked happy. She was smiling and laughing, like when they used to play together a long, long time ago.

Meanwhile, Melantha was furious. She was a bubbling caldron, it the middle of those merry and ignorant guests .The queen was behind the charade, she was sure. That woman might look dumb and old, but she was very determined to get those two together- and she wanted Melantha out of the picture.
“There is only one possible way out of this mess - switching roles…” Melantha thought to herself, while admiring Heather from afar.

Blooming Spring Flower - Chapter 5

Darn those gala dresses... ;)

Well, in this chapter Heather has a little accident...the kind of situation we wouldn't like to be into.


Chapter 5 of...Blooming Spring Flower

The ballroom was full: many waiters wandered around serving drinks, while the jokers made fun of the life led Watila (of mystery, murder and lies). Across the room you could see a band playing Watila’s traditional songs, a mix of jazz and classical music, near the hall-way an announcer, calling the names of guests that had just arrived, and of course, near all possible entries/exits, guards holding mighty spears.

The queen was sitting on her throne, while the guests that arrived made bows and cheers, greeting Watila’s great leader. Heather was standing by the window, feeling quite uncomfortable on her evening gown. It was beautiful but extremely tight, which made it difficult for her to breathe.Nevertheless, it was the dress the queen had picked for her to wear, thus “she would wear it, no matter what”.

“The prince will not disobey me” the queen had whispered to her ear, earlier in the evening “he will marry you, dear. Don’t you worry: no prince can resist a lady in elegant silver gown (like yours). You’ll be the beauty of the ball!”

The queen was convinced that Heather could easily win the prince’s heart back, only she wasn’t too sure about that. He seemed almost “happy” with Melantha: maybe she should just let them be…
The musicians finished playing “Watila’s Pride” , the opening theme song of the evening. Guests clapped elegantly, satisfied with the performance of their entertainers. The announcer cleared his throat, arranged his suite and with his snotty posture declared that the queen was about to make her royal speech.

“Thank you so very much, Clarence” she said, looking towards the announcer, and then faced her people once more “Dear guests: friends, family, people of Watila and other. From the day…”
While the queen continued her speech, Heather struggled against her dress: she needed to loosen up that dress; otherwise she would die on those darn garments! The ribbons of the upper vest were fastened too firmly. She was short of breath, felt dizzy and sick and had little strength left.

“…and with these simple words I finish my speech. I hope all the work and time we spent arranging this event was worth it, and that all of you enjoy…” the queen was about to conclude her speech.

As Heather pulled harder and harder the ribbons on the back of the dress down, further, so she could “be free” once more.

“…this wonderful evening. And now for the opening dance I ask my dear son, Blake…”

Almost – free.Just one more strong push and …

“…and my favourite daughter, Heather, to come on the dance floor and give me the pleasure to announce, the ‘beginning’ of yet another one of Watila’s Spring Ball!”

Heather accidentally ripped the dress open; somehow, she still couldn’t breathe…

Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 4

Blooming Spring Flower - Chapter 4

Quite short. Drama between queen and prince.
A little chapter remebering that we musn't forget where we came from, nor ignore the past: we must treasure certain moments and memories, that we've been trough and made -us- the people we are!

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Are you out of your mind?” the queen questioned her son, Blake.

They had left the ballroom nearly two hours ago, and could be now found in the prince’s old secret chamber “The Lullaby”. It was his old play room, where he used to play with his best friend in the “whole wide world” : Heather.

“I don’t know why you’re so…tense” the prince explained “it was bound to happen, you know: finding a proper wife and getting married”.
“Heather was a proper wife.” the queen snapped, with a threatening look “You know that fairly well…or at least you knew. What is wrong with you, Blake? Have you forgotten about your promises?You said you loved that girl more than anything in the world, and were thrilled to marry such a lady…”

The queen’s expression had softened. She approached his “little boy” , placed her hand gently on the prince’s hair, caressing it softly. She kissed him on the forehead, smiled and sighed deeply:” I wonder, what really happened my son. You used to be such a loving, caring and spirited boy…”

“Mother, can’t you see? I haven’t changed - she has!” he stubbornly argued.
“You haven’t seen her in years now; you could have at least given her, a chance to -”
“ Face it” he cut her speech “ She’s different now: you said it yourself”The queen was silent. She was sitting on a pink “Teddy Bear” shaped bench, where Heather used to sit next to Blake, during “tea parties”. It brought tears, to the poor queen’s eyes, just to think that all of that had been swept away from the prince’s mind.

She queen stood up, slowly walked towards the door and called her charming prince:”Come, dearest: we mustn’t be late for the ball”

Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 3

Yet, another chapter! :)
Step by Step you'll understand the plot and the whole situation( or problem) our hero has to put up with! Poor Heather...Well, you have to read if you want to find out more!

Blooming Spring Flower - Chapter 3

Inside the ballroom, the queen was making sure everything was absolutely divine (perfect) for the ceremony take would take place later, during the evening. She was sitting by the window, holding a tea cup and deciding which colour she would pick for the napkins: Light Beige or Flaming Red, to match her curtains?

“Ah, Blake!” the queen called” You’re finally here, oh dearest son of mine!”
“Yes, mother: I am here. And I brought someone with me…”
The queen searched for the soul, who had kept her son accompanied during the terrible time of war. Could her son have brought fellow mate( friend), from the Southern Lands( they were at war, he couldn’t do that to his own mother... could he?) or perhaps a slave to help around with the arrangements, or even a politician to teach HIS mother how to rule HER country? Just the thought of what the young prince had been up to, in the last 6 months, made her nauseas.

It was then, Heather crippled behind the young prince, with a flushed face and frizzy hair. The queen made a kind smile and sighed. ‘It is far better than a new counsellor!’ she thought to herself.
“Oh, you were talking about Heather, now weren’t you?” the queen asked relieved.”Not at all ” he grinned, brushing his blond curls back “Mother, I want you to meet Melantha, my fiancé…”

The teacup, the queen was holding, fell and broke on the floor, spilling tea everywhere. The queen’s heart momentarily stopped beating: she was speechless. She looked straight at Heather, demanding an explanation, which Heather couldn’t give since she was just as surprised.

A tall, slim and astounding brunette, with amber eyes and cherry lips, silently “slid” through the workers, from the castle’s hallway, towards Blake’s direction. She moved with such grace and elegance, anyone could easily tell she had come from a royal and wealthy family.

“Your highness” she introduced herself with a bow, and a loving smile “I am Melantha, daughter of the Southern Lands King, Zo”

Heather gasped in disbelief, while the queen simply nodded and stared demented, towards her own son. That was “practical joke” even she couldn’t bare…

Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 2

"Simmon!"
Darkness: an empty room, a chilly breeze and red courtains.That was all Heather could see, from where was standing.
"Where are you, Simon?"
Was she calling her brother?Was that her voice?Heather rose her hand to her lips and noticed that they were firmly closed.It couldn't be her.Someone else was calling him.
Heather was standing at the entrance of the dark room: in front of her there were open door which lead to the chilly room where the voice was comming from; behind her, there was a long, never-ending hallway, with tall and firm walls.
She took one big step and entered the so called "room".She gasped, as the doors suddenly closed behind her, against her will. Deep Silence.

Heather could hear herself breath.She looked to left, then right and finally she looked front.The room was long, wide and scary. She noticed a couple of windows to her right, where little amount of light could get through, and red velvet courtains: the queens favourite.

Could she still be inside the palace?
"WHERE ARE YOU?"
The voice.The sixteen year-old started to run: she was frightened and seriously wanted to leave.She ran into the darkness ahead, looking for a possible way out, but the room seemed to never end.She continued to run, along the red carpet beneeth her feet.More and more windows, exactly like the ones she saw continued to appear: it was like , even though she was running like crazy, she remained in exact same spot!She decided to stop, catch her breath , but remained on "red alert" just in case some sort of door, or light showed up in all the that dense and frustrating darkness.

She was determined to leave: she looked up at the windows, about 2o, maybe 30 mettres high, and realised she was trapped.She could climbe up or run away, it was best just to sit there and wait for...anything or anyone.

Another scream. She searched for any clue, that might lead her to the source of the agonised person.Yes, this time it's was a scream of pain. She looked up at the windows and saw a shadow: a man.


"Heather"
The sixteen year old awoke, on the garden.She sat up , straight and looked for the person who had called her.
"You're named is Heather right?"
Prince Blake, son of the queen.
"You're mother's maid, aren't you?"
She nodded, confused.
"Well, she told me about your sudden changes.How you're performances have decreased and your smile has faded, since we last met, remember?We used to play together before I left for Silverina."
Of course she remembered.They had an arranged marriage planned for them, since they were born...their parents decision certainly: but then he left for war, and was considered dead.A mistake appenrantly...


End of chapter 2

Did you know...
Heather , is an english name and means "a flowering plant".
Blake is also an english name and means "pale blond one or dark"!

Hehehe...keep in touch.

Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 1

Brand new story.Tell us what'cha think! ;D

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.