/BEFORE YOU READ - This story goes along with my other story Just What They Wanted so you should check it out either before or after you read this/
Life lessons are always important to remember, sadly Feliks had yet to learn his lesson. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. The little Pole always seemed quite naive about certain things, but he was always mentally strong enough to get out of a jam.
That night after all the ponies were fed, and all the rose bushes had been watered, Feliks got ready for bed and looked out of his window. He saw a big bright shooting star, his eyes sparkled and watched at the star zipped through the sky in a flash of light. Shooting stars were rare, just like the day Feliks had earlier. He was at a World Council Meeting and there was an unfamiliar peace. No one was fighting and everyone seemed pleasant.
However someone caught Feliks' eye. A Brit named Arthur, Feliks actually thought this man was a true gentleman, good enough looking, and quite interesting. But Feliks did act rather shy around most people so he didn't say anything during the peace, but made a mental note about the man before turning his attention to something else.
Feliks had no choice he had to wish on that shooting star. He bowed his head and put his hands together as tight as he could. He racked his brain to try and find the right wording for what he wanted to say. Finally he spoke in a whisper and shut his eyes tight.
"Please. I wish that I could spend time with that English guy from the meeting earlier, I'd also really like it if he gave me a flower." He giggled like a little child after he said that.
Feliks couldn't sleep very well that night, it was about two in the morning and he eyed the phone hesitantly. He wanted to call his best friend Toris and blab for hours about everything that he wanted or that happened, but he decided not to. Besides Toris was probably asleep by now.
"I just need to go see the ponies," he said to himself before getting up and smoothing out his white nightgown.
Walking around his own house at night was a little scary and somewhat suspenseful. As his bare feet pushed down on the old floorboards the sound seemed to be speaking to Feliks. He shivered and pushed on until he reached the outside of his estate. He looked around for a minute and took some time to admire the landscape. The dark blue sky accented everything around him with a deep blue and everything had a certain mysterious glow from the moon and stars. When he stepped out he shivered from the cool breeze and laughed light-heartily as the grass moved and made a beautiful organic sound. He approached the stables and opened the door peering inside.
The ponies were all sleeping and Feliks didn't want to spook them so he backed away and walked towards the house. Before he could open the door another shooting star flashed and dashed across the sky. Feliks whipped around and looked up at the sky with his mouth slightly open and the same glittering eyes. Something else caught his attention.
His rose bushes seemed to be illuminated and they sparkled a beautiful golden color.
"Huh? My roses?" He sounded rather confused and curious, out of his curiosity he kneeled down by his flowers and stared intently at the roses. All the roses where colored a soft pink except one, it was laying on the ground and seemed to have changed color all of a sudden. It changed into a deep velvet red, It was so beautiful that Feliks picked it up and immediately was pricked by one of the sharp thorns.
What Feliks didn't know was, curiosity killed the cat.
He shook his hand and cursed, the cut was bleeding but he didn't see it as a big deal.
"I guess I should get a bandage," he sighed getting up and holding the rose carefully.
He opened his door and closed it behind him, as he was walking through the house he began to get a little dizzy. The dizzy feeling escalated when he finally found a bandage, wrapping his finger was hard but he got through it without passing out. He realized that the dizziness was becoming a problem so he hobbled towards the old-fashioned phone he had and tried to dial. His new-found double vision made it almost impossible to turn the antiqued wheel and he let go. But not the rose, he held on to it and glanced at it before falling down.
"What? H-help!" He tried yelling but his voice was just too soft, and no one was around to hear him anyways.
The rose changed into a dark purple after Feliks looked at it, shortly after he passed out and let the strange flower lay in the palm of his hand.
As Feliks laid passed out on his own floor the shooting star appeared once more and his body seemed to have disappeared leaving behind the purple rose. When Feliks disappeared something else appeared, someone else. But where was Feliks? Was he to go in place of someone else?
That rose changed once more, it reverted to the deep red color it was before Feliks fainted and waited to serve it's purpose. But what was it's purpose? What's anyone's purpose?