username: Surroundingcrystals
name: Hayleigh
gender: Female
origins: “My origins?, hmm, I’m not quite sure what you mean?,” the viscet covered in thorns spoke softly “the most knowledge I can offer you is my past, I don’t know much about it, but, this is what I’ve been told from other sources some of the beginning, so here goes.”
When I was born, a great tragedy struck, one would last millions of moons. My mother held me close in her arms wishing I had been birthed in another place, another time. War was about in my mothers peaceful realm every city up in flames my mother, the lone survivor from the attack.
My mother had an underground safe installed in her house when she found out she was pregnant, she knew the worst was coming. She would do anything to protect her only child.
As for my father, I have not been told anything about him, I don’t even know if he’s alive at this present time, maybe one day I could meet him, all I can say for sure is he must have left way before my birth.
When I became a toddler my mother noticed something extraordinary about me, everytime I would touch nature it would grow before our eyes, sometimes in an intense tantrum the bunker would be surrounded in nature. Particularly roses with sharp thrones.
We spent the first five years of my life under the ground hiding from something I had never seen, the only thing I knew was every inch of the bunker, every crack every stone in its concrete wall, everything.
My mother slowly poked her head out the metal engraved safe door revealing the insides of our home to me for the first time, I walked around the city aimlessly looking at the shambles the once gorgeous city was left in, everyone must have up and left the entire country by now.
Body’s of many viscets lay on the streets, some young, some old, some even infants that didn’t even get to take their first breathe, it dawned on me that this was going to happen again to another realm, another home, another set of hundreds of viscets will die due to whatever was out there, I knew I had to become stronger, use my nature kind of ability for the good of the world. My training began that night.
“Mum,” I groan in frustration as I enter our wooden den that still has holes in the ceiling making water lead,
“Yes darling?,” she responded softly as she began cleaning the once trashed living room replacing all the broken glacé in photo frames honouring my father and fallen family members like my aunt,
“Why won’t my powers get stronger,” I replied impatiently,
She crouched on her knees so her face was parallel to mine “Hayleigh, love, you cannot rush these things, the more you concentrate the harder it will be, just let go, let your power flow wishing you, one day you’ll be strong enough,”
I smiled, I walk outside again breathing in along with breathing out slowly to calm my frustrations, my nerves, my doubt helping myself feel at price as roses began to form around my body causing me to levitate slightly off the ground. The roses began surrounding me in a ball shielding me away from the danger just like my mother had done.
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I walked for hours, non stop walking home with an injured hind leg, the fight was violent that’s for sure.
The suns heat burned beneath my fur as I walked “atleast everyone is finally safe,” I thought in my head, I had done it, I defeated the evil that nearly sunk my entire species. It was all worth it.
The thorns dug deeper into my wounded leg beginning to bond with my body completely but I couldn’t feel it, the roses are apart of me now, they helped me fight the beast so now I must pay my debt to them that I agreed to pay.
Death.
The thought ran through my mind as I stumbled closer to home, what would it be like if I died?, the roses spoke to me, they said I have fulfilled my destiny, that there is nothing more on this planet for me but to protect it from harm from interstellar things.
But do I have to die for this to happen?
They say yes but I don’t believe them, how can roses talk anyway, that’s impossible! But you know what they say, anything is possible.
I looked ahead to see a city that lay in shambles, home, I thought. The decomposing bodies still in the same place as when I left but nearly bonded with the ground as i with the roses, uncanny, isn’t it?
I walked down the cracked road some more, taking the first right seeing my home down the end of the street, I stopped and stared at it for awhile feeling a sharp pain up my back as I began to remember the wonderous place my home once was, the viscets, the laughs of young children, I missed all of it.
I blink slowly clearing my vision from the blur of forming tears, home seemed like a figment of my imagination now.
I walk up the creaky stairs to the entrance of the house staring at the intricate cracks of paint in the once glossy white door, it has been years since I had seen my mother, everyday I missed her more but I had to leave.
The door gave way as I began to open it, it fell on the floor with a loud clash sending a cloud of dust into the hallway revealing a shadow that stood there, motionless, the sharp pain came again as I tried to look at a memory like the roses wanted me to forget everything I have ever known making me suffer in silence.
My mothers warm face came into the light, her mane as gray as a pre thunderstorm sky, barely supporting herself with the cane that held her up, she had grown much older since I last saw her thirteen years ago.
We both stood still looking at each other not knowing what to feel or say for that matter sending an awkward silence between us that spoke a thousand words. My mother lowered her head in anguish and guilt.
“I’m sorry, mother,”
her headed lifted as the words escaped my mouth,
“You knew I had to go for the greater good,”
She took a few steps toward me “you left me just like your father did Hayleigh, I do not want you in this house anymore,” she responded with tears flowing out of her eyes,
“But mother please, I had no choice, unlike him I wasn’t a coward who didn’t want a daughter!,” I yelled in anguish,
She remained silent.
“Please don’t make me go... I beg of you...,”
“You can stay one night. You will leave by dawn to find somewhere else to live.” She interrupted with anger covering her voice, I nodded slowly in response as I limped to my old bedroom.
All of my toys were in the same spot I left them, nothing in my room looked to have changed since I had left at all, like my mother never touched it, like she wasn’t concerned about me at all.
I sat on my bed, it responded with a loud creak close to a snap as I lay my head on the pillow looking around my old dusty room full with memories of a younger time, the time when I had a family, the time when I had a mother, but now all I have is the roses.
The roses will set me free.
(729/1000)
