Author's Note: A little thing I came up for Viridi. This is my headcanon for her past and how she came to be the way she is.
They tell the story of a Goddess.
This Goddess was foretold to be born of plumerias and snakeroots when the world took shape.
And with her birth, did she bring about the dawn of a new world, full of greenery and plants that swayed in the wind and croon dust into the air. The Goddess would kiss the fire-petal of the rose, and the rose would shimmer ever brighter in the sunlight, and when she would past the broken trees and plains, they would morph into the forms of true beauty.
Vast and lush was this world that she helped to create with her divine hands, her eyes like the pearl-gold sun that shined pure light. Purple flowers and thorns lavished her in their image, like the rose, beautiful but able to draw the most scarlet of the blood.
Young as she was, she breathed life upon the once ravaged land.
The Nature Goddess was not only beautiful and much respected, but she was fickle.
Only the most clear of waters and the most fertile of lands would she breed her magnolias and monkshoods, and only the most shattered lands would contain the lowest of her plants.
To this, the people obliged to keep the Goddess happy, making sure to take delicate care of the soil and her beloved sprouts. And the Goddess would watch from her perch on the first tree that she bore from her fingertips.
"My lady," The people would say, "To build our homes and to feed our children, we would need use of your resources."
"Of course," The Goddess hums, "So long as you promise to not destroy the herbs I have given to you. Keep the land beautiful and sow the seeds of my plants, and they will be yours to use."
For the longest time have the lands been kept clean since, and for the longest time have the people fed on the fruits of the Goddess' flowers.
The people speak of the time where their beloved Goddess was once benevolent.
To the present day does the Goddess wage war upon the humans she once protected and fed, and to this day does she launch her countless bombs and attacks against humanity. "It's their fault!" She would scream, "They destroyed the land and plucked all the fields void of my trees and flowers!"
And the people were helpless against her wrath, trying hard to calm and please her for to go against a Goddess' wish is a death penalty. They try to nourish her plants once more, bury the seeds and hope for the rise of a new sprout. But does the Goddess ignore this in favor of her anger, demanding justice by slaughtering those who defiled her greening blooms.
And sometimes they speak of a hero, a star-winged hero, who dared to challenge the Goddess in a war to protect the people.