THE REALM was wide as the green field from the outside world —except that the realm was mainly in the shade of pink. Almost everything in view was pinkish in hue resembling the rose's petals. The skies are painted in pastel colors of purple, yellow and pink, with the clouds as a disaturated tone of white and blue.
At the center of the wide field of pink grass there stood the ever so enchanting rose. Its sage green stem was tall, about the size of a toddler, and it had rosy pink beautifully curled up petals. Below the pink rose were bushy green leaves and five green roses where the sentinels came out from.
The sunlight beamed at the rose, and it glimmered, the water droplets on its leaves and petals reflected the light that shone upon them.
At the very edge of the field, there was a river, it was shallow and flowing and it was transparent that the pebbles of grays and whites were clearly seen underneath the water. It flowed from a snowy-top mountain far into view. When the realm's light source, a beam of light resembling the sun, touches the horizon, the river will seemingly turn into a mirror reflecting the beautiful sky above.
This realm's existence was binded to that of the rose. So shall the rose cease to exist, the realm will do so too. But that's not really a problem, for the sentinels were strong enough to defend the rose from harm.
Or so they thought.
Everything on land was subject to come to an end, the rose wasn't an exception, of course. Sooner or later its bright green leaves and pinkish soft petals will turn brown, slowly dry and wilt. The Sentinels haven't thought about the rose's impending end until...
It happened.
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To The Elf in Kornor Village: A Prelude
FantasyScribbler here, scribbling. I don't know about you, but I don't like knowing too much about a story before actually reading it. It gives it all away, my opinion. So I won't write a detailed blurb here. Instead, let me tell you what you ought to know...
