Illuminating the Vine ://: JHS

Nix the Child of Earth

Nix was a child of the earth.

All she wanted in her simple life was a good garden and a soft bed of grass under her toes. Nature was her nurturing force, and she was a child in appearance, and a scholar in her heart.

With a fiery attitude and a swell of pride in her narrow chest, she tended to her plants like its all she ever had. She would do anything for them, and relies on their wisdom to take her on.

Nix's mother was Mother Earth. Nix was not born in the sense of life from the way humans were, but in the most peculiar way imaginable.

Once morning, seven years from the moment of this story, a volcano exploded. The rocks it pushed from its fiery center travels through the air for thousands of miles until landing in a glen. Smoking and simmering but not burning the grass it was surrounded by.

A curious deer came near, but ran off as a fissure suddenly ran the length of the volcanic stone. A red and angry scar that split the rock in two, and inside a small baby came stumbling out. Its small brown legs already moving with determination. No words in her mouth, but a fir in her eyes.

The plants became aware of the child as it wandered around them, and though they could not talk to aid her, they did their best with reaching out. When Nix sat in the grass and laid her small chubby hand into the earth, the vines slithered and wrapped onto her wrist, blooming brilliant flowers of pink.

A gurgling laugh rose from Nix's mouth as her new eyes peered into the soft petals surrounding her.continuing to grow. From that point on, she was forever in the knowledge of the plants that surrounded her.

They raised her and gave her a drive to learn, she paid them back by making sure they survived the winter. Knowledge lodged into the small seeds lining her jars inside her small house.

So wise was Nix when she turned seven years old. Her hair a curling out around her head, curly and wise just as the plants that surrounded her. Her knowledge passing those of even the brightest individuals of the city, reaching ages of 80.

She had never seen a city, knew of them, and decided to never venture. She didn't admire the smell of decaying spirit that hung between the buildings. Or the absence of natural life, the plants prisoners of concrete.

Nix of content in her life. She did everything herself and it had been that way since she was two years of age.

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(A/N) I hope you guys are enjoying this so far!

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