《Eternal Requiem》Zinnia's Melody
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A petite girl with dark brown hair stands steadily in focus her eyes pressed to a plant plot,
“Grow
Grow,
Grow!”
The plant refuses to budge,
“Why isn’t this working!” the girl groans dismayed
“Zinniaa~” a voice sings,
Zinnia turns around to see someone very familiar, as well as a stranger,
“Lyra!” she exclaims hugging the girl fondly
“I’ve missed you!”
“It hasn’t been that long,” Lyra blushes, “and I’m not that far away,”
“I heard you went topside for days,
Is he one of them!” Zinnia looks to me eagerly
“He’s from above,” Lyra replies, “but he’s”-
-“You’ve managed to convince one of them!” Zinnia interrupts,
“This means we have a chance of getting back up to our city!
Ooh I’m so excited!”
“Zinnia! calm down,
He wasn’t one of them, he came from outside the city,” Lyra exhales
“Huh?
Then what’s he doing here?”
“He knew the prince and”-
-“Wha!
The prince is alive!
Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this I have to tell Darius….”
“No, Zinnia,” Lyra says frustratedly
“The prince is dead,
Kage is going to help the queen with something,
Then he’ll help me save us all!”
“Help you save us?” Zinnia says blankly
“Ok.”
“Wah!
“Why aren’t you getting all excited now, I’m going to save us.”
“So anyways,” Zinnia ignores “is the prince really dead Kage?”
“He was such a hero!” I fib dramatically pressing my hand on my forehead,
These two girls amuse me,
“He sacrificed himself for me!” I continue
“I owe him everything!”
“Aww!” Zinnia says sympathetically
“You know, I used to like him when we were younger,
I knew he’d grow up to be an incredible man!”
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“Indeed, he did, he was the type of person to”-
-“Shut up Kage!” Lyra snaps, slapping me in the back of my head
“Stop fueling her!”
“Zinnia, Look, have you seen Pinoki lately?
He stole Kage’s pouch.”
“Pinoki?
He’s probably in the new settlement they just finished building, he told me he was trying to get money to spend there.”
“Thanks for the info, Zinnia, we’ll”-
-“What’s your magic Zinnia?” I ask
“Huh?” Zinnia says surprised
“I.. uh
“It’s a special attribute, but I can’t use it anyway,” she says dejectedly
“How so?”
“I….,” she pauses and looks at me deciding if to tell me,
“I can’t grow anything, on command,
Only when I get excited or emotional my ma-
-See!” she points to a plant pot in front of us, it begins to sprout in a manner of seconds a light green vine protrudes from the soil.
“That’s, actually amazing” I watch as the plant grows in real time,
“It is?” she asks,
“You have the magic to create life,
Isn’t it amazing?”
“I never thought about that way,” Zinnia beams
“Can we go now Kage?” Lyra grumbles,
The two leave while the girl takes out an empty pot,
She places a single seed on the soil,
“Ok,” she breathes
“Live!”
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