Blood In The Daisy

A Brief History and Introduction

There was once a flower, no not a rose, this isn't beauty and the beast, c'mon. The flower was a daisy, not of white hue, but a color of deep red blood. The red daisy was as beautiful a flower as it's history was dark and stained. The daisy itself was a rare sight to be sure and gorgeous upon encounter, but where ever it was seen death, war, destruction, strife and every bad thing seemed to follow it wherever it mystically appeared to humankind.

This time the daisy made it's appearance in a meadow, the green grass contrasting it's red petals vibrantly. The daisy's due course was unexpectedly changed when a little pale hand plucked the flower from it's root and held it in a gentle grip. The hand and the body that belonged to it skipped through the meadow with a childlike innocence and obliviousness to the beautiful but taboo item it held.

The owner of the hand, a little girl by the name of Gloriosa skipped through the meadow in a happy daze with her newfound prize. Her almost platinum blonde curls bounced in the wind along with her candy apple red ones, giving her hair a pleasant mix of blonde and red that was most unusual. Her pale skin threatened to burn in the sun, but the child did not know, nor would she have cared. She skipped and ran to her home to give her mother the flower that had so caught her eye, never suspecting that her act of generosity would turn her life into a story of odd and chaotic happenings when she would never expect it.