Seeds in the Wind

Part 1

"What are you doing?"

The girl continued on, ignoring the voice.

"Are you going to answer me?"

"Why should I?"

There was a boy, around the age of six or seven, with dark black hair. He went silent, looking at the back of the girl's head, for a few seconds. "Cause I asked," he muttered.

The girl turned around. She also looked about seven years old and had a mess of dirty blond hair tied up in a sloppy bun. Her deep brown eyes, were filled with curiosity. Maybe even a hint of loneliness.

"Isn't it pretty obvious? I'm blowing wishes, with these dandelions," she smiled slightly.

"Can I try?"

"Well it's not really something you try, but yeah, take one." She handed one of the many dandelions found in that field.

"I wish.." he thought hard, " for us to be friends."

"You're not supposed to say it out loud," the girl frantically said, covering his mouth with her tiny hands.

He moved her hands, before speaking, "Why not?"

"Otherwise it won't come true." Her face darkened as she replied. She grabbed the dandelion back from his hand and blew it herself, watching the seeds float away.

He observed the sight before him and felt the slight breeze go through his hair. "So you don't want to be my friend?"

She stared long and hard. Seemingly, into the soul of him. Then she started to giggle which turned into a laugh.

"Hey, what's so funny," he whined.

"Do you believe everything someone tells you?"

"Sometimes," he whispered, looking down at his feet.

"Well you shouldn't," she grinned, "and yes, we can be friends. I'm Delilah, Delilah Martin."

"I'm Wyatt."

"All right, Wyatt. I have a challenge for you. Come and catch me." Delilah sprung to her feet and ran through the tall grass surrounding the two of them.

Wyatt smirked mischievously. "You're on." He raced after her.

The field that was mostly filled with silence and of only one girl was different. It had noise, ringing with laughter and the new found ability to enjoy life again. The dandelion field had  being once more.

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"Your majesty, is everything all right?"

"I'm afraid my years are fast approaching. It's soon going to be my son's turn to rule the throne."

"You don't mean-" The man responded, looking quite alarmed.

"Oh, yes, I do mean that. Arthur will have to become the new King." The King of Maldovia rested his head on the giant stained windowsill. Deep with thought.

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The sun had begun to set and the sky grew dark. The sounds of chirping from the thousands of crickets hiding in the grass began to grow as the two newly made friends were still at each other's tails.

"Got you!"

"That's not fair, I tripped," Delilah pouted.

"It doesn't matter, a game's a game," Wyatt chuckled, laying down next to Delilah. They were both panting like wild dogs.

"Here." The girl plucked a new weed and handed it to the boy. "You never got to wish earlier, for real."

He sat up to smile at the person he had just met a few hours ago and simply replied, "I already got my wish."