Rosy
Somewhere in Greenvilainia, there was a large meadow with a large variety of wildflowers. In this meadow lived a small goddess with fire red hair, sea green eyes, a light blue dress, and light rosy pink wings. Her name was Rosaline or Rosy, as the gods called her. All of the gods and goddess loved her except for one, Methormom, queen of the gods and wife of Nethorpop. Why she loathes Rosy so is a mystery even to the wisest of the gods. But Methormom had always tried to get rid of her. Rosy was a very antisocial goddess and minded only to her flowers, for she was the goddess of flowers. She had a little messenger named Cliff and he was the god of messages.
Early one morning, as the sun rose out of the mountains, and the flowers opened. "Wonderful day isn't it?" said Rosy to an opening purple tulip. "Yes, your majesty. It is indeed." Said the tulip as it respectfully bowed. "Look, the roses are about to bud! How wonderful they will look this year!" Rosy said. "Yes indeed. But look! So are the daisies!" "If they all bloom at once we shall have a joyous celebration to welcome the new comers!" said Rosy imagining the celebration. "Tweet! Hello!" said a gray canary as it flew down to join the tulip and Rosy. The canary was in fact larger than Rosy in her small state. "It is a fine day isn't it? In fact it is so fine that I will take you, little girl, on my back and fly around the meadow!" said the canary unaware that the 'little girl' was a young goddess. Rosy, being a fine and calm goddess did not take this as offensive. Canaries were proud birds and it was an honor for a commoner to ride upon its back. They flew around for a while until they heard a yelp behind them. Rosy turned around to see Cliff with a scroll in his hand. She gently slowed the canary and turned to hear what he had to say. He cleared his throat and opened the scroll. He read "A message from the king of the gods. Nethorpop demands (in a friendly way) that you attended the Festival of the Rainfall and the chariot race afterwards. He would also request that you bring flowers (of your choice) for decoration and the sweet perfume you make for each god and goddess." "He demands! Well then, I must go by all means!" Rosy said sarcastically. "So... that is a yes you will be going?"Asked Cliff for he was not used to Rosy's sarcasm. Both the canary and Rosy laughed. "Yes, Cliff. I will be attending." She said trying to laugh no more. "Alright. See you there." said Cliff before he flew off "Wait! You don't mind if the fine bird I am riding on comes along do you?" asked Rosy right before Cliff flew away "Tha-"started Cliff but was cut off by the canary "Oh that's alright. I can't come. You see, I am hosting a festival myself for the other meadow animals. Thank you for the offer, but I must decline." "Then do come next year. It is so much more fun when you bring a guest."Rosy begged. "I suppose that can be arranged." said the little bird with a smile. "Very well. I assume everything is in order. Rosy, I will see you up at Star Tip." Cliff said. He bid farewell and left. Rosy stretched her pink wings and stood up on the canary's back. She hopped off of it and said good bye. Right before she left the canary asked "Little girl, who are you?" "I am Rosoline. The goddess of flowers, meadows, and every little creature in it." Rosy said with low bow. "Forgive me! I didn't realize-" "It's alright. I'd rather have someone treat me like a rose elf than a queen." said Rosy. Then she flew off without another word.
"Welcome! I have been expecting you for quite some time now. Ah, yes you have the flowers and the perfume as requested. You may set them over there." said Nethorpop in a welcoming voice. "It's good to be back." said Rosy as she set the things down. They visited in the throne room for a while. Then Nethorpop showed Rosy to her room where she would be staying for the festival. It had light florescent green walls with patterns of blue flowers and vines. The room had a king size bed with a canopy weaved of grass and flowers. It had vines and tendrils going up each of the four poles. On these vines there were purple and white morning glories. The floor was made up of the finest and softest grass that you did not need to wear shoes or socks. On the grass sprung up whatever flower you wished. Rosy was plain and simple so daisies sprung up around her. There was an iron wood dresser with many beautiful carvings such as two small birds looking lovingly at each other. In a corner of the room sat two sitting chairs with a coffee table made of iron wood in between them. The room had three windows looking out on the three main realms, Rosy's meadow, the forest and the mountains, and Flat rock beach. This beach originally had normal pebbles, but an evil giant used that beach as his camp. This was a very special beach to Nethorpop so he sent an asteroid upon them. This action to terminate the giant left all the rocks flattened. Ever since, mortals have called this beach Flat Rock beach.
As Rosy unpacked, there came a soft chuckle. "Unguarded? With no lock on the door? Now Rosaline, you not yourself, dear." chided Methormom. "I should have known you'd try to crash the party." said Rosy calmly as she drew her wand. She turned around to see Methormom in the doorway with a cage. "Bit small don't you think? I'm not as small as usual, dear" "You see when I capture you; it drains your power and makes you smaller. I convinced the royal blacksmith with a little... persuasion. After you disappear, I can do anything I want with your meadow." said Methormom cruelly. "Now, can we duel or sit here talking like a bunch of 100 year olds." "Let the match began. SETHI!" shouted Rosy. There came an orange puff of dust and right away Methormom started to sneeze. "ACHOO SED- ACHOO! SEDORUT!" Yelled Methormom and she stop sneezing. She straightened up "Like my new spell? I made it just for your silly allergy one." "PLETHMICTWOROE" yelled Rosy. This time the dust was thicker and pink. It clouded around Methormom and when it went away she was bound with the strongest vines. Methormom turned hot red and started smoking and burned them. She teleported right behind Rosy and trapped her in the small cage. "HAHAHAHAHAHAMWAHAHAHAH Hahaha...Ok. Start your 'you-can't-get-away-with-this' speech." Methormom said (or laughed if you wish). "Thank you. You won't get away with this. Nethorpop will find out. He will hang you in the stars and gag you so that you may not bother him with your terrible wailing." Rosy practically yelled. "Don't you see? I have already won! See you later. Wait, no, I won't! hahahah....." she said as she dropped the cage and walked away.
On one of Cliff's errands he noticed flowers around the palace were wilting so he went to Rosy's room to complain to her just to find her also wilting at the bottom of a small cage and he yelped. She slowly looked up and, with her remaining strength, shoved a piece of paper out. Cliff flew and picked it up as Rosy slowly collapsed. It read: Whoever is to read this, I need them to find a little gray canary who is somewhere in my meadow. See if he can come and sing to this cage, for it is the only way out. Please hurry. PS. It was Methormom.
So Cliff flew out and found the bird dancing in the meadow "Please come Rosy is in trouble!" They both flew up to mount Star Tip as fast as they could. Once there the canary sang to the cage so beautifully that the cage not only opened but completely broke. Then out of nowhere, Rosy grew to be her true self. She was so beautiful that the daisies and the morning glories and the trees below all bowed to her. Her voice was as soft as silk and her hair was like a gentle breeze. "Thank you little canary. And to show my thanks, people will no longer say what an ugly bird with a pretty voice, but what a gorgeous bird with a magnificent voice. Your feathers will no longer be as gray as a gloomy day, but as yellow as a daisy's center" and so it was.
Methormom was gagged and hung in the stars for eternity just as predicted. As for Rosoline, she married Nethorpop and became the queen of the gods. And as for the canary, people only said positive things about it. As promised it was invited to the god's Festival of the Rainfall the next year, as well for the rest of eternity. This is why canaries are yellow as a daisy's center.
