A majestic bloom, full, beautiful, and new is like innocence. The radient petals flutter in the gentle winds, soaking up minerals like knowledge, gazing up into the sunlight as a newborn full of peace and youthful curiosity. Who shall predict of the plundering rains and chaotic winds that will some day rip those petals off and steal their vibrant colors?
My life, a life as the future Empress of Vastland is like the mountaintops covered in snow. Like the mountains that surround Naireth, the snow glimmers the tops in the winter, but then when the weather warms and the snow melts… it reveals the mud and dirt and rocks. Portraying the role of a leader may look spectacular, but underneath the glammer is only ugliness.
My mother and father always made things appear easy. Of course perhaps it was simple to them, for I know they lived through agony before the boundary was destroyed. I have no immediate knowledge of the world before Vastland, although it is obvious that it was a world full of evil and darkness. I don’t think I could have survived in such a harsh world so I thank Luna for my parents’ influence on the land.
But there is still evil, and one day… maybe soon, I will have to become the one who extinguishes that evil. Fear consumes my soul with that knowledge, but although a major part of me wishes that I wouldn’t have to fulfill that destiny, I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone else.
“That is what will make you an honorable leader,” my mother says. And my father agrees. Those who want to rule only fall under the power the position carries. But I can see how much they are proud of me, their eyes tell all. So I will continue to make them proud… it’s the least I can do for the two people who saved the world.
Some flowers, after withstanding the harshness of life, grow once again. Perhaps I will be one of those flowers.
