I am Lilac

The First (And Last) Chapter

I WOKE TO THE SMELL OF WAFFLES. Yes, that's right, dear reader. You heard me correctly. Waffles.

I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms. Sunlight streamed through the window, filling my room with a warm, golden light. I took in my surroundings, breathing in the delicious smell of morning dew and waffles. Mmmm. Just thinking about them made my mouth water. 

I gazed up at the grass roof of my cottage. Most dryads preferred to sleep in their plants, but I preferred sleeping in my cosy shelter, lying in the soft, damp earth, next to my precious lilac bush.

Suddenly, a peculiar small bird flew into the room, her feathers a deep shade of red, like the colour of fresh blood. Her wings, however, were the colour of ebony, speckled with thousands of tiny white dots, like stars shining against the black of a night sky.

Come on, I hear you say. We want waffles!

I understand, dear reader. We are nearly there. Just hold on a little longer.

"Hey! Lilac!" the little bird yelled at me. No, dear readers. I can assure you, I am not going crazy. I can speak to birds. As can any other dryad.

The bird, however, is most definitely crazy.

This, dear readers, is Scarlett.

"Lilac! Yoo-hoo. Earth to Lilac!" she flew down towards me and pecked me right between the eyes.

"Ow!" I cried, rubbing my forehead. "That hurt, Scar! What on earth was that for?" I glared at the bird not sitting on my window sill.

"Hmph. You can thank me later for that when you make it to the grove before Hyacinth eats the last of Orchid's waffles." The little bird seemed to glare right back at me. "And DON'T call me Scar. I sound like that psychopath from 'The Lion King'. Next thing you know, they'll all be calling me Zazu."

And with that she took off, flying out of my window, as if waking me up was a mere side job, and she had much more important tasks to fulfil. Knowing her, she probably did.

I sighed and stood up, pushing aside the layer of grass that served as my blanket. I pushed open the large, dark oak doors at the front of my cottage, letting the cool breeze envelop me. I sighed as I walked along the dirt path, gazing at the wonders that stood before me. Remarkably old trees towered above me, covered with moss and vines that gradually collected over the years. An assortment of different flowers decorated the meadows, filling it with colour and joy.

"I'm here!" I called out as I reached the grove. I wandered in, and it took my breath away, as it does every time I see it.

Dozens of trees stood in a circle, reaching towards the centre and intertwined, creating a dome of safety and peace. Plants of various kinds climbed up the thick, sturdy trunks, reaching for the sunlight up above. To us dryads, the grove is one of the most essential aspects of our lives. It was our birth place. It is our home. The grove is our everything. But most importantly, it is where we indulge in our daily ritual...

WAFFLES!

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