AN: This is the prologue of my story, which is written in a completely different style from the rest of the story. First chapter containing dead fish and all. This is short because its a prologue. Reviews are appreciated.
The blood red violet, once the envy of every city-state of Greece. All accept the one who harbored it. What did Sparta care if it held a beautiful flower. Would a flower conquer Greece, would it forge new weapons or armor? No, of course not. A flower is not but a flower and to a civilization obsessed with war, the blood red violet was useless. Thus was the death of the precious flower, never a flower of such beauty would ever be seen again, at least not on Earth.
Far off in the distant galaxies on a planet who's inhabitants only wished for war, grows a delicate flower of pure crystal. With wine colored petals that bleed into violet at the center. A lovely flower of Irk known as the Zim. Is it any wonder that the Irkens treat an invader who shares it's name the same way. Put the flower out of sight, if it dies it dies, if it grows it grows. But neither death nor growth will come only opening into precious blossoms. Crystalline