My Multicolored Cloak

A Tribesman's Story

"And that's why turtles are dumb," Marie concluded the next morning as the group walked down to their normal spot.

"But they're so cute!" Adrien cried.

"Cute, but evil," Marie giggled. "Anyway, can we continue Fleur's story now?!"

"Yeah, let's do that," Mac breathed. "Because, no offense, but this turtle Ted-Talk you're giving us is... how do I put it...?"

"Poorly written," Fleur giggled, making everyone else but Marie burst into a fit of giggles.

"Hey, it's not poorly written!" Marie exclaimed.

"Well, half of your arguments are only based on their appearance," Mac pointed out. "And the other half use Bowser as an example, who is a Koopa, not a turtle." 

"Whatever," Marie huffed, sitting down and crushing a patch of buttercups. 

Mac gasped and rushed over to her, immediately grasping her arm and pulling her to her feet. "Careful! You're killing them!" he cried.

"Huh? Dude, we pick flowers all the time," she giggled.

"Yeah, but you're crushing their heads! Now they're all crumpled and sad..." 

Marie shook her head and rolled her eyes as Mac kneeled down by the crushed buttercups and carefully started to stand them back up. They were already dead, though. There was no point in trying to save them.

"Buddy, they're gone," Adrien said with a grim tone as he gently patted Mac's shoulder.

But the smaller boy refused to give up. 

"No, they're okay!" Mac exclaimed. "They're fine, see?"

The flowers were not fine.

But Fleur didn't tell him this. Instead, she sat down next to him, then started helping him "save" them by trying to straighten their crushed stems and petals. 

"You know what, I think they're better than fine. They're resilient flowers, now! They lived through something super traumatic. They're survivors," she smiled.

"Yeah. Being crushed by Marie's butt DOES sound pretty traumatic..." Adrien laughed, making Marie turn red with embarrassment. 

"Whatever, can we just continue the story?" Marie huffed.

"Ooh, yeah!" Adrien exclaimed. "By the way, I have a few more... notes-"

"What now? I didn't kill off Mr. Blumiere," Fleur giggled.

"Yeah. But you also didn't INCLUDE him!" Adrien exclaimed. "He's not even in it."

"Oh, believe me, he will be."

"When?"

"How about right now?" 

~ Music Start ~

The rest of the friends all gathered around as Fleur clutched her notebook, ready to continue telling her tale. There was always an excited glint in her eyes whenever she got invested in her own stories. It was similar to childlike wonder but more fierce, more powerful.

She took a deep breath, briefly reminding herself where she left off, then started telling.

Fleur: The Tribe was led by a powerful man
With the ancient world in the palm of his hand
To all intents and purposes
He was known throughout the land and sea
Whatever he did, he was showered with praise
If he cracked a joke then you chortled for days
No one had rights or a vote but the king