True Colors Of Flora

  One day, a single raindrop fell from the skies landing on a single patch of dirt. From that patch of dirt grew an ugly blue flower, a flower so fragile a single breeze could make its rough, dull blue petals fly away. The other flowers left when the winter came leaving the blue flower by itself. Even once the winter ended the trees looked bare and the flowers dark and broken, all alone the flower stared into the distance, every so often people would pass, never batting an eyelid to the flower until one day a young boy looked at the flower and cared for it, each day he would hum the same sweet melody. One day when he arrived, he saw not a dark, shabby, dying flower, but a bright blue glowing flower, the most beautiful he'd ever seen. He stared at the flower as it glowed brighter. Streams of light danced around the clearing like fairies spreading the cheer of spring. The light slowly departed and a young woman stood there in a flowing light blue dress of the finest calibre her black waist length hair shone in the dazzling sun like staring at an eclipse. She smiled,
"Thank you for looking after me, dear boy. You saw me for who I was and now I am free forevermore..." A light brilliant almost heavenly glow enveloped her and she disappeared leaving a shining golden pendant to fall into the boy's quivering hands, written on the back was: 'To help you remember what you did for me'.
He told the village of his story and his legacy lived on, he helped people selflessly; knowing that somewhere in the wide expanse of the universe, the woman would be smiling at him, proud of what he had done.  

The End