Winter Will Come to Us Soon

    A little fairy who lay down comfortably on an elegant blue flower slowly opened his eyes when the sun rays hit his little face. After sleeping for almost one hundred years, he was awake again. 

    It feels nice to bloom again. The fairy smiled as he thought.

    A lady in her teenage years approached the flower where the fairy was lying down, and without saying anything, she plucked the flower from the ground. She left the area and went straight to a pavilion that stood tall in the middle of the mountain. She walked towards a man wearing a robe that was as white as the clouds. His long hair was flowing along with the wind, moving freely like a wave in the sea. The lady handed the flower to the man who happened to be her master.

    "Master, this is a flower that only blooms once in a century. This disciple gives this to you as a sign of my respect and admiration." The disciple bowed slightly and clasped her hands. 

    "Liming, why did you pluck the little flower? This master can admire it even if it's on the flower bed. Do not do this again, okay? I appreciate your thought and effort, but this little flower has a life too, and it can only show its beauty to the world once in a century," the peak lord said to his disciple.

    The little fairy who was still lying down in the flower slowly stood up and looked at his surroundings. The lady who plucked his flower was now gone. He faced a man whose features are comparable with a deity or a heavenly official. 

    "Mister," the little fairy called, but the peak lord only heard a small buzzing sound when the fairy spoke. The master gazed at the flower, and noticed a small creature standing atop the flower.

    "I'm very lucky today, I encountered a little flower fairy." The master chuckled and petted the fairy's little head with his finger. The little fairy snuggled closer to the finger and thought that it was warm. "And it's a male fairy," the peak lord added and gently picked up the fairy, put him on his shoulders so the little fairy could speak directly to his ears.

    "Little fairy, what would you like to say?" 

    The fairy slowly walked beside the man's ears, and started talking, "Mister, it's not ideal for me to be plucked from the ground. I would slowly die when my petals start to wither. A petal lost is a part of my life span that was lost." 

    The man smiled and said, "We can do something, little fairy. I can transfer spiritual energy to you so you can live longer. How about that?" 

    "No, you don't need to bother. I had already accepted my fate. It's really okay."

    "Then let's change that fate of yours."

    Since then, the little flower fairy was kept by the peak lord. The peak lord transferred spiritual energy to the flower everyday by adding a drop of his blood to the water where the fairy's flower was soaked.

    Later on, the little fairy noticed that the master seemed to be sick, and his sickness is not getting any better day by day, so the fairy decided to ask the master. 

    "Mister, you're sick, and it gets worse everyday," the fairy said, and the peak lord just smiled at him.

    "I'm telling this to you now since I'm not sure if I can stay for a very long time. Actually, if I continuously transfer my spiritual energy without doing anything to recover it, I get sick, and my lifespan is shortened."

    "Then stop transferring your spiritual energy, Mister. I'm fine without it. I won't lose anything if I die. You . . . You have a lot of disciples to take care of. Please take care of yourself, Mister." 

    "I can't let you die just like that, little fairy. Do you really think that your death would not affect me?" 

    After that talk, the little fairy had decided to leave the mountain where the peak lord took care of him. If he continued to stay, then it's certain that the peak lord's death is approaching.

    Together with his flower, the fairy left the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they were welcomed by the very cold wind and the shower of snow.

    Winter is here.

    As the fairy traveled farther and farther, his petals started to wither. Many of his petals fell along the way, until only a single petal was left in his flower's stem.

    The fairy plucked the blue petal which was showing signs of withering. The fairy blew on the piece of petal, ordering the wind to bring the petal to the place where the peak lord was.

    At the middle of nowhere, amidst the rain of the heavy snow, the little fairy slowly closed his eyes, his face not showing any signs of life.

    Spring was gone,

    Winter had arrived.

    My heart drowns in sorrow,

    As my petals slowly wither.