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White Rose

White Rose

Signifying Innocence

A young child sat in the middle of a small field of flowers, watching the petals gracefully dance in the wind. Soft humming and the sound of strings break the silence of the rolling grass and brushing leaves. The boy looked up, his tune coming to an end as he fixed his round glasses and brushed his brunette hair out of the way. He stood up with his guitar in hand and looked behind him, seeing four other boys. Two younger, around nine years of age, were chattering. And the other two, Seeming to have been paying more attention to the boy with the instrument. One, with pink hair. The other with a green and white striped hat and blonde, messy hair. The blonde was braiding the Pink's hair, trying to prevent it from getting blown by the wind. The two other children that were playing were blonde and the other brown. Why tell them apart from hair? Their attire is nothing but pale white, and button up shirts and pants. White clothing couldn't be enough to tell them apart. But they did have names.

"Wilbur! Come play with us!" yelled the blonde younger. The brunette known as Wilbur looked over at the two little boys. He made a faint smile and walked over, sitting down and pulling his guitar in front of him. "Okay, Okay, Tommy." The brown-haired boy looked at Tommy than at Wilbur curiously. "Wilbur! Can you play us a song?" Wilbur looked at him and nodded. "Sure, Tubbo. What would you like me to play?" Tubbo thought carefully, brainstorming song titles and tunes before an Idea popped in his head. "Can you play the song Mum plays for us? You know the lullaby?" The blonde with the hat perked his head up and stared at the three for a moment, thoughts getting bunched together in his head. "You alright, Phil?" The pink haired asked, keeping his gaze locked on the white roses. Phil looked down at the other and nodded, going back to braiding his long hair.

"Yeah- I can play it. Mum has been teaching me other strings, so I can probably try and play it." There began to be light strumming on the guitar, slowly ascending into a louder tune. Out of the blue, Phil started to hum along to the familiar song. Sung with delicacy and melancholy. Watching the flowers dancing in wind and harmony. The eldest pulled his hands away from the braided younger. The pink haired looked over at Phil, listening to his troubled tune.

As her song came to a close, Wilbur pulled his guitar away and looked down at Tommy and Tubbo, both of them fallen asleep. This brought a laugh to the three, lifting the sorrow atmosphere. Phil stood up and walked over to Tommy, picking him up and looking over at the braided child. "Techno? Can you help me get Tubbo and Tommy back to the house?" Techno responded with a nod and scooped Tubbo into his arms, now walking towards a large house in the middle of an empty field surrounded by a forest. There were other children playing by the house, looking quite happy. All looking under the age of thirteen. Wilbur gave all of them a calm smile as he started running off and into the house to go put away his guitar. There was a tall figure watching by the door, attired in a maidly dress. Her white, puffy hair drooped over her shoulders and she had floppy enough ears to also reach to her shoulders. Her blue eyes met the gaze of Wilbur, giving him a welcoming smile. "Hello my little Duckling. Did you have fun out in the fields?" She asked calmly, to which Wilbur responded,"Yes, Mum! I was playing my guitar with Techno, Phil, and Tommy and Tubbo. They fell asleep though, so that's why we're coming back. The Mother listened to Wilbur before looking out amongst the children. She pulled out a watch, checking the time before gazing over into the direction of Techno and Phil. They were walking over the hill and towards the house. She smiled, seeming as her eyes relaxed. "Well, We'll just have to wake them up before Supper is ready, hm?" She made a small laugh before walking towards the group, talking with Them before taking Tubbo from Techno and looking at Phil. The boy stared at her, trying to read her expression. He subsequently nodded and began to walk with her, holding Tommy close. Techno watched them walk away, seeming a bit disappointed that he was left behind, so he decided to run over to Wilbur, who was talking to a boy with a pair of horns. Seeming to be around the same age. Techno sat down next to Wilbur and listened to them before deciding to insert his existence,"Hallo, Wilbur and Schlatt."

Schlatt looked up at Techno and smirked,"Hay, Technoblade." He spoke in a cocky voice. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at the suddenly giggly Techno. "I don't get it." responded the puzzled Wilbur. The horned child just burst into giggles. "Don't worry about it!-Pfft-" "Hay!What's so funny?" Asked a boy curiously. He looked a bit younger than all of them, but looks tend to be deceiving. "Oh, hay Alex." Technoblade looked up at Alex and smirked. "Hay Mr. Quack Quack." The response made Alex retaliate. "IT'S NOT QUACK QUACK! IT'S QUACKITY!" Wilbur just started giggling from all the bickering. "You guys have such a weird sense of humor."

Phil was putting Tommy in bed and tucking him in. He took off his jacket and sat down on his own bed, revealing his broken, black wings. On one wing, most of his flight feathers had gone missing, making him unable to fly. He carefully examined his deformed wing in the mirror before his mother interrupted the silence. "It's a shame your wing ended up like this. You had such beautiful feathers when you were younger, Philza..." The boy looked up at the anthropomorphic sheep through the mirror, giving her a sad look. "Perhaps." He folded his wings and pulled his white jacket back on than looked up at his Mother. She gave him a warm smile before taking his hand and leading him back down the stairs."Come with me. I have something for you that I think You'll like." Philza didn't object. He simply obliged and nodded."Yes, Puffy."