AlbUm Drabbles

the flower

With a sigh Spectre rested down on the grass beside the two twins, a gentle expression on their face as they stared down at the flower. I don't think I've ever seen them so calm before, there was something I thought I'd never see in her. Their hands gingerly fell next to the stem and they leaned close, kissing the blue of its petals. Under her breath a few words were said, before once more they stood up, and her neutral aura returned.

"It's a sacred symbol," They finally said, breaking the peaceful silence, "from where I come from at least."

I could see clearly the twins were confused, Rest doing her best to not show it, but Spectre went on.

"Their god, they believe, existed in the world in this form. All things that exist have a soul, a small fragment at least, but these flowers were said to contain the holy spirit they bowed before."

"All things have a soul? Like, everything?" Double piped up, "What about the things we eat? Do rocks have souls??"

Rest, I could tell wanted to scold him for such a stupid series of questions, and she nearly did before Spectre cut her off.

"Not a whole soul, but a fragment. If that object was to be destroyed, the fragment would be released and go to inhabit the nearest body. That's what makes a living being. If not, they wait around until something is formed."

"I wonder what I'm made of..." He wondered aloud, Rest visibly relaxing.

"Is it possible to make a being if you get these fragments? Could you revive someone if you held onto their soul?" She asked.

Spectre slowly rises beside me, taking another glance at the flower in thought.

"Of course. As long as the vessel is capable, creation is possible."