Being The Flower Child, More a curse than any blessing. Elora always wondered why she had to be the flower child. The one to feel the pain of every blade of grass you crush under your foot, of every flower ripped in half, of every tree pulled from the ground. Elora lived deep in the dark woods, miles from any city or town. Elora's crys rang out through the night, but no one could hear her. Until one night, some one did.All Rights Reserved