(DISCONTINUED) When the Crocuses Bloom

Chapter 41

Winter’s POV:

I followed Demetria through the forest, the pre sunset light glowing yellow. Despite only having known her for less than a day, I trusted her. She had saved my life after all.

She led me to a large open field, full of daisies and other flowers. I was speechless at the beautiful sight.

Demetria gently grabbed my other hand and walked backwards, walking backwards into the field. Her smile was so beautiful.

She sat down among the flowers and motioned me to join her.

I shook my head, not wanting to break the silence. I pulled my violin case off my shoulder and leaned down to grab out the wood instrument. The smooth and shiny wood was cold to the touch.

I grabbed my bow and positioned my finger on the fretboard. Wilbur had taught me this song when I first came here, all those months ago. We’d rewritten it since then.
“I heard there was a special place..” my voice shook as I sang the first notes.

“Where men could go and emancipate,” My voice grew and my fingers moved more naturally than before. “The brutality and tyranny of their rulers.”

“Well this place is real you needn’t fret.” I closed my eyes and let my hands guide themself across the metal strings. “With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret.”

Tears pressed against my eyelids.

“It’s a very big and not blown up L'Manburg..” My voice wavered once again.

“My L’Manburg, my L’Manburg,” a single tear rolled down my cheek. “My L’Manburg, my L’Manburg~”

I took a deep breath in, calming myself. I let my shoulders relax, pulling my violin out from under my chin.

“That was beautiful, Winter…” Demetria said from where she was sitting, a shocked look in her eyes. I smiled softly at that. “Thanks.” I said with a small sniffle. I placed my violin back in it’s case.

I sat with Demetria and picked some flowers, looping them together to make a daisy chain. I turned to Demetria and quickly placed it on her head, looping it around her horns. I giggled.

I leaned against the side of her lower half. She didn’t seem to mind. She was more focussed on whatever she was doing.

“Winter, can I show you something?” She asked after a while of us sitting in comfortable silence. “Sure,” I replied, sitting up.

I moved to sit next to her. Demetria took a deep breath and took a single daisy from the ground in front of her.

The petals grew as she held it, taking deep breaths. Eventually it was somehow a line of large beautiful daisies. I sat and stared in awe.

“That’s what I can do…” she said, turning to me with a small smile on her face. She then draped the daisies over my shoulders. I looked into her honey coloured eyes.

“Thank you, it’s amazing.” I said, leaning my head into the flowers, smelling them. I looked at Demetria’s face. I felt like I’d known her for years.

“Demetria, can I ask you a question?” I said, still looking her in the eyes. She nodded.

“Will you join Pogtopia?” I asked, nervously looking down. Demetria brought her hand to my cheek and made me look her in the eye.

“Of course I will.” I leaned into her hand and pressed into her palm.

“Thank you..” I mumbled.

I’ll finally have someone to trust.

“Let’s go back to Pogtopia…” she said, pulling her hand away. “Sounds good,” I said, standing up and grabbing my violin.

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Festival is definitely next chapter. This would have included it if I wasn't playing minceraft.

My friend said that the deer version of a centaur is a cervitaur so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  that's what I'm referring to Demetria as from now on.

Love y'all

Stay safe, stay POG.

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