Blooming Sorrow
On a not really warm spring day, in a forest, a few miles
outside the town of Ginirad, a lone traveler sat on the trunk
of a fallen tree, eating one of his rations. His horse was
grazing nearby, tearing bites of grass from their soil and
devouring them with obvious taste.
A bright sun shone upon them both from directly above them,
indicating that the time must be around noon. Even despite its
obvious brightness, it still failed to heat them very well and
Felger rubbed his hands together to get rid of the numb sensa-
tion that had slowly mastered his fingers while riding steady
for several hours yet. He took another bite from the bread he
was eating, and wondered if wizards could have anything to do
with it. The next moment he cursed himself for the thought.
His dislike of wizards, spellcasters and everyone that had
only the slightest thing to do with supernatural forces was
beginning to make him paranoide. Ofcourse there were wizards
aplenty around who could alter the wheather a tad, but no sick
mind would go to all the trouble of preparing and executing a
spell that would bring more bad weather after the miserable
winter they'd just had. At least he tried to convince himself
of that, and found his ancient hatred of wizards of all sorts
blocking the sentiment.
He suddenly realised that he wasn't at all hungry and threw
the remainder of his lunch into the bushes opposite to him. He
quietly cursed his own stuppidity for stopping for lunch when
he wasn't at all hungry. His boredom with the long way he had
come, and the distance he still had to go, had unconciously,
but unavoidably, forced his eyes to look out for any kind of
diversion. It would now seem that that which his eyes could
not find, a reason to stop, his stomach and his mind had been
apt to do: generate a false feeling of hunger.
Felger quickly got to his feet and headed over to his horse,
who still wasn't quite done grazing, but the priority of their
mission justified a little hurrying every now and then. Felger
seized the reines and jerked the horses' head up from the
daisies it was nibbleing at. He was just about half mounted,
when his eyes caught something he'd never forget for the rest
of his life. Over the back of his roan, he saw a group of the
most lovely flowers conceivable. They were fairly large, about
a foot tall, and no two of them were alike. There were some
twenty flowers in the group, some bright as the sun shining
down upon them, some as modest as the black robes the king
wears whenever he casts judgment. Some implied strength and
determination, others modisty and tenderness, but they were
all more beautifull than any other flower growing anywhere on
the entire planet. Felger also knew they were extremly evil.
Some twelve years ago, Felger had been little more than a
boy then, maturing into manhood, he had seen the exact same
flowers before. He had been living in Furyx, his tiny native
village, at the time, unaware of the outside world as had most
of the townsfolk been. He had often helped his father, who was
the town blacksmith, and frequently went on errands for him to
get a little something or deliver a finished order or a repai-
red tool. He had also been seeing Lara at the time, the daugh-
ter of Brendaskin, who was the town carpenter. They had been
going steady for about three years, and both their fathers had
already agreed upon their future marriage, should they both
become of age.
Lara had been a beautifull girl, a little older than Felger,
with raven black hair, an honest, beautifull face and a plea-
sant laugh, that always managed to find its match in Felger's.
No matter what happened, the two had seemed perfect for each
other, and Felger would have gladly have made her his wife,
but to his eternal sorrow, fate had intended it otherwise...
One drery day, under an overcast sky, Felger and Lara had
been lying in the haystack of Timmons, one of the many farmers
the town held. Felger had gotten a day off from his father and
Lara had found way to slip away from her mothers ever
watchfull eye, once she had seen Felger wander about on the
town square, obviously wanting to call on her, but knowing her
mother would not have allowed it.
It would have been hard to tell which of the two loved the
other more, or which of the two had enjoyed the others' compa-
ny more, but one thing had been true: they would have gone
through the fire for each other.
And neither of them knew a greater pleasure then being
together, holding each other close as they were doing that one
day. Felger had been too much into his passionate mood to
notice, but Lara had all of a sudden pulled her lips from his
and jumped up, claiming that she had heard something in the
town square. Felger felt a little sorry to let go of her
waist, but he was, like she had been, also quite curious what
may be afoot in their little town where hardly anything exci-
ting ever happened.
They climbed down from the stack and helped each other
straighten their clothing somewhat, pulling straws from places
the other had missed and sharing a short kiss every few se-
conds. Finally they had been decent, or at least decent enough
to walk through the village without attracting the attention
of the entire community.
As they walked into the town square, it became obvious to
both of them in a single glance that their precautions had
been wasted. They wouldn't have drawn anyones attention if
they had been running across the town yelling:"Fire!"
For all they could see, the small square appeared to be
totally filled with nearly every inhabitant of Furyx and all
they saw was a small forest of backs turned toward them.
Everyone was staring at something in the center of the square,
and every now and then the couple could hear surprised sounds
and appriciating grunts coming from that direction, indicating
to their legs where they had to take their curious bodies.
Penetrating the outer half of the circle of bystanders was
easy, but as they got closer to what they wanted to see, the
crowd began to get constantly compacter, so soon they had to
elbow their way through to make any progress.
It took them about five minutes, but by then they could see
the person that appearantly attracted the attention. At first
Felger and Lara had failed to see what was so interesting
about the man. He had a very common, if somewhat rat-like
face, with narrow, dark eyes and a small mouth that constantly
twitched with some sort of nerve-spasm in his upper lip. As
they came even closer, however, they could see it was not the
man the villagers were interested in, altough travellers were
always welcomed greatly in Furyx, but whatever it was he
appeared to guard closely on the ground before him.
After some more pushing, twisting and manouvering, they
finally reached the center of the circle and looked down upon
the most beautifull sight either of them had ever seen. On the
ground before them was a large rack, suitable to be carried by
one man because of the intricate contraption of leather cords
which seemed also partly responsible for keeping the rack
together, for it would have collapsed under the weight of its
load, had it not been for the cords. On the rack, there had
been a display of flowers, more beautifull even than the
imagination of any human being could have conceived. They
seemed to attract people like a magnet attracts iron, and the
few people in the town square that had been able to move away
from the flowers, after having seen they would not be able to
afford the price the rat man asked for them, only moved away
very slowly and looked like they doubted the sanity of leaving
those flowers there every step of the way back.
That day, it became Felgers undoing that he had always been
a little cheap, and always had saved a small portion of the
little money he made one way or another, for something very
special. Something like those flowers in front of him...
They seemed to nearly scream to him that they were the
perfect investment, and that he would not regret his purchase
of them for a second. And Felger had been all too willing to
agree with that feeling, as he could not hope to find Lara a
better gift in another ten years, no matter how hard he would
look. And he had also seen the very flower for his ends, a
mysterious rose-like flower, modestly half-hidden between two
large, bright flowers that seemed to be flowering fully. His
flower however, had only barely begun to open its knob, but
Felger had been certain that it would not disappoint him at
the time.
He had quickly grabbed hold of the salesmans vest and drawn
him apart to agree upon a price. Not that it would have matte-
red what price the man would have asked for his wares, Felger
would have paid the man his last demus, if it would have meant
securing that one flower for him. The man had first appeared
to be willing to strike at Felger or get rid of him so he
could watch over his merchandise against even less credible
"customers", but like any good salesman, he hadn't missed the
glint of enthousiasm in the young mans eye, and reassembled
his calm very quickly, almost as quickly as he had lost it.
`Well, there young lad, what might I do for a man like you?'
the man had said,`Would you perhaps be interested in one of my
many magical items I have for sale? I am a travelling sorce-
ror, you should know... I can sell you everything and anyt-
hing, if you meet my price. Would you perhaps be interested in
a love potion? Perhaps to charm the lovely lady at your side
with?' The man snapped his fingers once and in a puf of orange
smoke, a little bottle appeared in the mans hand. It had a
little hart shaped label glued to it, but Felger never even
noticed that. He had been growing steadily more and more
impatient as the man went through his well-studied sales talk,
and was now nearly willing to strike the man down himself, if
it would keep him from talking any longer. Fortunately, the
man appeared to have enough dignity in him to wait for a reply
from his potential customer, so then Felger could finally make
the man see that he wasn't at all interested in his magical
trinkets, or anything else but the one flower his eyes could
not seem to let go of. He pointed the flower out to the man,
and ofcourse, how could it have been otherwise, it had been
the most expensive flower in the bunch. The man named a price,
and Felger agreed upon it with a feeling that he had struck a
great bargain with it, even though he would have declared
anyone an idiot, who would have told him the previous day,
that he was going to spend his life savings on a flower.
Felger hadn't minded, nor had anyone else in the village,
because by the time the wizard had left the town, no more of
the mysterious flowers were in his posession, only a great
sack filled with most of the coins in Furyx.
He had not known the doom he had brought upon the village
that day, nor had any of the villagers had a clue to the peril
their beloved village was heading for that night.
Felger had bought the flower without hesitation, and had
offered it to Lara the minute they had left the town square.
She had smiled her warmest smile and taken the delicate flower
from his slightly trembling hands. She had given him a long
and tender kiss, and promised him to take the best of care of
it. Then they had parted and promised each other to see if
they could find a little time for them both the next day.
Felger had gone home, slightly fearing his fathers rath
should the man find out that he had spend his savings on a
mere flower. When he came home, some ten minutes later, he was
glad to find his fear unfounded, as he immediatly noticed one
of the mystyrious flowers in the middle of their small living-
room. His parents had also bought one of the flowers...
Some thirty minutes later the entire family began to gather
around the large table at the center of the room, as dinner
time neared. When everyone was finally seated and dinner was
served, everyone had been particulary and unusually silent. No
talking was to be heard, no laughter about the funny triviali-
ties of everyday life, not a single sound, except the sound of
eating utencils scraping across wooden plates, as everyone ate
in silence, staring at the marvel in front of them.
When dinner was done, the table was cleared, in the complete
silence that had struck most of the village. No one seemed to
notice this, however. The ones lucky enough to afford a flo-
wer, were caught up in the shere beauty of the little plants,
and the ones too poor for such a purchase, were sitting in
their houses moping over the unfairness of life.
Soon after the table had been cleared, everyone deceided to
go to bed, as suddenly none of the things they usually did to
kill time in the evenings seemed to appeal to them anymore.
Within a matter of minutes, every member of the family, and
most of the people in the village, for that matter, had been
vast asleep, dreaming dreams of beautifull flowers. There were
a few exceptions ofcourse. Naturally the men and women who
hadn't been able to buy a flower slept fairly normally, as did
Felger, for he was forced to sleep in his fathers working room
since the arrival of his fourth and youngest brother.
Sometime in the middle of the night, something strange
happened however.
All of the flowers had gone back into their knobs for the
night as the sun set, but after a little while, as the moon
began to rise, the flowers opened again, rapidly unfolding
their pettals and producing a faintly odd smell. They stood
thus for nearly half an hour, still producing a smell that no
one would have been quite able to place, but which surely was
not as good as the sweet aroma such pretty flowers would be
expected to produce.
After this half hour, a change occured in the smell. It went
very rapidly from unpleasant to outright disgusting, and
suddenly there was an outburst of dark dust from the middle of
the flowers across the village. The black clouds hovered
around in the village rooms, like angry banks of fog, not
decending, but always remaining afloat throughout the rest of
the night.
The next morning, as the sun began to rise, the black clouds
of dust began to grow thin, and finally they disappeared com-
pletely, as if cast away by the bright sunlight.
It was a bright, sunny day, the day Furyx ceased to exist,
because at daybreak, everyone who had inhaled the black fumes
now lay lifeless in their beds, their faces twisted by an
expression of despair that Felger would never in his life
forget.
He walked into the livingroom early the next morning to find
his entire family dead. The cries for help and of despair he
cried out didn't seem to have any effect on anyone at first.
After about five minutes someone appearently had heard his
cries and had deceided it would be a good idea to take a look
what all the fuss was about.
Soon after, the entire remainder of the village populus was
awake to discover the extent of the horror that had struck the
village.
Sorrow was controled as best the villagers could, and the
mortal reamains of their former neighbours were burried with
great care and little ceremony, although Felger did say long
and persistant prayers during the burrial of both his family
and Lara's. After this was done, a quick vote quickly deceided
that none of the villagers had any desire to remain in that
place that seemed too obviously touched by death to be coinci-
dental to the superstitious townsfolk.
It was on that same day that the survivors loaded their
belongings on wagons and left the place they had lived for all
of their lives. It was also on that day that Felger, along
with several others from his village, although he didn't know
that, swore not to ever rest before he could find the man who
had brought the hellish plants to their village and caused the
deaths of so many good and honest people.
Felger shook his head, and suddenly realised that he had
stood in front of the cluster of flowers, crying as he remem-
bered the cause of his hate for sorcerors, as well as the
beginning of his queste to find and destroy that one wandering
sorceror. He rubbed with his sleeve across his eyes and took
one final look at the most beautifull flowers he had ever
seen, except for one...
He then drew his sword and made absolutely sure that none of
the flowers stood up after he was done. He then went into the
forest and returned some minutes later, his arms loaded with
fire wood. He then made a nice big fire, right on the spot
where the flowers had grown and stood by it as it grew and got
so hot he had to take a few staps back to prevent scorching
himself. After half an hour, he put the last pieces of the
fire out, and slowly walked to his trusty horse.
He mounted the roan slowly and softly urged her forward, not
quite relying on his own horse riding skill yet. She had only
taken a few steps when Felger tucked at the reigns, forcing
the horse to stop once more.
With obvious restraint, he slowly turned around on the
horse's back to take one last look at the charred spot of
ground where the flowers had grown. A little black smoke hung
above the spot, already fleeting as the wind cought a hold of
it. Apart from a few very little blackened sticks sticking out
of the ground, nothing gave any hint any more of the flowers
that had, untill very shortly, occupied that space.
Felger sighed with relief, and urged his horse on again,
ever onward. Perhaps this latest lead he'd gotten from a
wandering troubadour would prove to be the one leading to his
prey.
He could do no other but hope, and carry on with his mission
of hate for the love of his lost ones.
The end.
-This story's deticated to a very special young woman.
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