My first fic for ROTG... I got the idea from scrolling through tumblr.
I don't own the characters used in this story.
Leaves danced in the wind, birds chirped a lovely melody and vines lifted from below the soil and engulfed the trees. Exotic plants, exotic trees, big and small; all kinds of greenery overtook the terrain.
Slender hands twisted and turned in the air, following the movements of the wind perfectly. Her body swayed side to side as she was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth which only grew tighter as her movements became more and more persistent.
It was like a dance, a fight for dominance.
Mother Nature against the howling wind, using her grace to keep the force at bay. Except... it was not a fight; it was her controlling every single whisper in the wind, every petal and leaf that was entangled in the breeze. There was never a doubt that she was truly in charge.
She stopped moving. Her hands remained outstretched towards the majestic treetops. The wind swirled again as she gently turned her wrist from side to side and a single leaf fell upon her palm.
A smile crept upon her rosy lips.
Her fingers folded inwards and crushed the small green thing in her palm. She brought her hand down to her parted lips and, in one quick motion, blew away the broken remnants with the intense current of air that escaped her lungs. Awe and love glistened in her gaze as she watched it disappear into the shadows of the tree trunks; blowing, blowing, blowing until it were to find its intended destination.
Until each and every piece brought warmth and spring to the cities that required balance.
Gaia clapped her hands together as she turned back to her beautiful garden. The flowers swung back and forth, seemingly alive. And in her presence, they were. Hair falling down her back, shining in the warmth and shine of the sun. Roses and violets jumped out of there rooted prison and made their way up her beautiful dress, finding a home on top of her head.
Their roots twisted and turned, merging together against one another as they formed a crown around her head. Thorns kept the lithe thing secure against her sleek black hair. A giggle bubbled up from her lips as she quickly rushed to the river bank that lay past the thick trees and yards away from her peaceful meadow. She sat down at the edge of the water, smiling as she looked down at herself.
Her reflection was stunning, radiant even.
Gaia's fingers lifted and ran themselves over one of the Rose's petals, their beauty stunning even her. "You're beautiful." She told them, her fingers running over the green roots of the crown. Her index finger nicked one of the thorns and she frowned as she pulled away her hand away.
Crimson blood pooled on the tip of her finger.
She could hear their whispers, worried and apologizing as they noticed her injury but she only laughed softly. "It's okay." Her words seemed to calm them; reassure the roses. "I'm fine, really."
As if to prove her point, she bent down and placed her hand into the water. It was cool against her skin, she did not register that perhaps it was too cold. Her hand remained there for a few seconds longer and when she pulled away, the blood and the small prick on her finger were all but present.
The water's magical properties had healed her.
Trees around her whispered in excitement, the wind howled stronger than normal and she felt the roses atop her head flicker back in forth in a dance of eternity. Gaia did not need to ask them to know what they wanted; without a word, she pulled the crown from atop her head and soaked it in the river.
If it was even possible, the roses looked even more stunning than before.
The water made their scarlet color vibrant yet darker and richer at the same time, all of their wrinkles disappeared as the droplets of liquid fell onto the river once more. It was breathtaking to watch as the process occurred.
She placed the crown back on her head, hearing their excited murmurs and grateful sighs that escape through their petals. Gaia was only glad she could help them, and in that instant nothing else mattered.
Her happiness, though, was short lived. Her eyes looked up in horror as shadows overtook the sky, blocking out every aspect of sunlight from above. Her mouth remained agape as the soft breeze became a mess of windy storms. The plants were fearful, much like herself and she had no reassurances to give them when she herself did not know what it was that was happening.
Mother Nature quickly found her way to her feet and she rushed back to the meadow, the wind whistling and howling in her heart with every step she took. The dress fell around her knees as she quickened her pace; it seemed like a veil as it flew behind her in a billowing mess.
Fearful eyes fell on the broken meadow that lay before her and Gaia stopped, dead on her tracks at the horrid scene before her. It seemed like the dying trees stared down at her in accusation. She fell to her knees, staring up at the destruction in horror.
Everything seemed to be spinning, her fingers dug into the soil beneath her. The wind howled and stung her exposed skin at every touch. She tried not to feel dizzy as the darkness seemed to close in around her.
"No, please..."
There was a horrid feeling at the pit of Gaia's stomach, it made her insides twist and turn violently. The sight of her life's work torn to shreds was enough to break her heart and crush it.
A face appeared in the clouds, sinister and dark as everything seemed to be at the moment. They contorted, tangling in the air until she could clearly make out the face. What was left of her heart beat loudly and violently, if it was possible; her eyes widened even more.
She trembled.
"Daddy."
And just like that, the image and the destruction vanished. Gaia found herself back in her peaceful garden, the warm breeze enveloping her. She shakily got to her feet, pausing to look up and make sure it was all fake.
Her fist clenched as she tried to steady herself. Fear gripped at her form, she found herself wishing she was back in her human days; back in her father's warm embrace.
So, um... review?