Crystal Soul

Sweet Sixteen

Chapter One

*Flashback*

"Mommy why do the flowers die when winter comes?" My questions no longer caught my mother off guard. She had gotten used to the randomness of my five-year-old mind.

"Well my little beauty, the faeries are the ones who take care of the flowers. The air becomes to cold for them when the frost begins to fall, so they can no longer care for the flowers."

Running to the middle of the grassy opening we were currently in, I reached down and picked the prettiest purple flower I could find. I returned to my mother with a smile painting my face and handed her the flower. "This one is for you Mommy. The faeries grew it just for you!"

Carefully, she took the flower from my tiny fingers to bring it up to her nose and take in the sweetness of its nectar. "Thank you Celestia." Her arms wrapped around my form to bring me into a warm hug. I instantly buried my face into her silvery white hair that was identical to my long wavy locks, and let my nose take in the scent that was only my mother. Jasmine with the softest touch of vanilla and lavender. It was the one aroma that could comfort me when I was scared. calm me when hurt, or even put me to sleep at night when we laid out under the stars. It was that motherly aroma that always let me feel at home no matter where we were at or what was going on around me.

My mother pulled back so that her sapphire blue eyes looked into my own unnatural violet orbs. Thin, delicate fingers moved with ease through my silver like hair forcing my bangs away from my eyes. My mother retreated her hand to inspect the little purple flower she was twirling between her fingers before tucking it gently behind my ear in my hair. "My beautiful little flower. You are going to blossom into such a beautiful being of nature. I love you so much Celestia. Forever and always, until the world is no more and even then I will love you more than life itself."

Before I could question the tears falling down my mother's cheeks, she pulled me into another tight embrace that reminded me just how safe I felt in her arms. Had I been older, I wouldn't have let concern as to why my mother was crying slip from my mind. Instead, I pulled away from her warmth only to be distracted by the butterflies that were resting on the flowers around me. Just another illusion to distract my eyes and hide the secrets and reality of the world around me.

*End of Flashback*

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My mind was lost in a sea of purple as I continued to stare into my own reflection of my own unique eyes as I recalled that certain memory for what had to be the millionth time. And as I continued to stare at the reflection in the mirror, I knew it wouldn't be the last time for it was that one specific memory I thought of everyday. That day in the meadow with the sun shining down on my little body, the flowers and soft grass that cushioned my steps and surrounded me protectively, the breeze that kissed my skin every time it blew against me. I swear it all still feels so real as it did that day so many years ago.

My heart, just like every other time, clenched painfully in my chest at the memory. Tears quickly clouded my eyes and it was then that I finally looked away from my reflection. Frantically, I wiped at the tears to stop their fall down my face for I refused to be weak.

It had been nearly eight years since she left and I felt there was no need to cry over it anymore. But with every passing year it never once got any easier to accept the fact that she was gone. Each passing year with each passing birthday I continued to grow and change to look like her even more. All my features naturally resembled my mother's.