The Child of Flowers
Chapter 1: Prologue
A/N:Hey, thanks for coming to the story! So, as mentioned this story is T-rated because of some pretty gruesome stuff...yeah... Oh, and I am very limited with typing stories, so don't expect me to update very often. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME...!
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, the movie and all its AWESOME characters don't belong to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing a Fanfiction. I mean, who would write a fanfiction for thier own movie right?
CHAPTER ONE:Prologue
It is a dream.
Yes, that's it. It is the only explanation.
A dream, like everything her life was. All those sixteen years were not real, just a figure of her imagination. The girl shut her brilliant emerald eyes tightly, waiting for the moment when she will wake up and find everything perfect like it was before. All the blood on the white snow, the shocked, hateful faces of people she knew her whole life, the twisting, dagger-sharp thorns growing slowly up from the ground…it will all be just a dream, it will disappear. Like magic.
Like magic…
"Kiana," a young voice said. The girl shrunk back and tightened her eyes at the sound of her name being called by someone she truly cared about.
"Kiana," repeated the voice, this time a small wavering in the words that slipped out, "Kiana, how could you?"
"Please, please, I-I can explain-," stuttered the girl, daring to open her eyes. There was a mob of villagers surrounding a man's body hanging limply on the long, rosebush thorns that stuck fatally through his chest, ripping his navy blue coat and his thick shirt stopping the thorn from going any further, leaving him trapped in mid-air. The man's eyes were still wide open; his mouth still held agape in the surprised expression he detained right before he breathed his last. It was a gruesome sight.
"She killed a man," shouted a woman, pointing at the girl still standing in the same position she was in seconds before. Scared and shocked, her hands held in a feeble, protective way a few inches from her face.
"P-please, I-I didn't mean to…" She was at a loss of words.
A red-headed boy of about seven-years of age, looked up at his mother, and asked rather loudly," Mamma, why can't we listen to the girl?"
His mother wrapped her arms around her child's shoulders and pulled him back," We don't listen to monsters in this village."
The girl looked at her bare hands in fear. She was a monster. She had killed someone.
"Someone must kill her," shouted a citizen.
"She must pay for killing our Prince," exclaimed another.
"But she is my sister," cried the child who had spoken to the murderer first. The magical girl looked up at her endearing sibling. Her sister was no more than nine years old, a girl with mysteriously purple eyes, and rosy-red hair that reached the seams of her knee-length blue dress. Her eyes were staring worriedly into her older sister's. Her young voice had the most pleading tone of sisterly love and fear woven into its trilling sound. But the child's pleas fell upon deaf ears.
A teenaged boy held the girl, who now had tears running down her face, by her shoulders, to keep her from running towards the monster of the village.
"She is no longer a sister to you," said the teenager, still looking at the despised one, "She has deceived us all."
"Kill her, Kill her," the chanted the village.
A man pointed a crossbow at the murderer. The girl could do nothing but stare in shock at the dangerous weapon the civilian had. Fear was clawing insistently at her heart. She was going to die. She was going to die a lot earlier than she would have liked, but no one could deny the fact that she, this…monster, was going to die a death she deserved.
As the middle-aged man's index slowly inched down the trigger, hands shaking. The girl closed her eyes, submitting to her fate, awaiting the arrow that would surely pierce her any second now.
What have I got to lose? Thought the girl, holding her sweating hands clasped together in front of her chest in a prayer form. Her wavy, deep brown locks cascading down over her shoulders. The rose thorns grew higher by the second, the dead prince elevating higher into the air, the wind passing through hurriedly, as though it was running away from something terrible that was about to happen.
Just let me die, quick and as painless as possible…
"No, Kiana, no," a small voice shouted. The girl's eyes flashed open only to see her younger sister bite the teenage boy's hand, causing him to yowl and let go of her, and seeing her run to the front of her beloved older sister. Just as the middle-aged man pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The girl's arms reached out to her sister.
"Annilese!"
The auburn-haired child stopped suddenly, and fell to her knees; her small hands clutched her chest where the arrow went through. Her purple eyes widened in a sickened, shocked way to see her own red substance oozing through her favorite dress.
"Annilese!" The older sibling stumbled through the thin layer of snow, unaware of the three-leafed bushes surrounding the clearing, popping out of the ground. Swirling menacingly like the older sister's messed-up feelings in her heart.
The sixteen-year-old reached the poor girl and cupped her cheeks, salty tears streaming quickly down. The child's eyes were failing to stay open.
"C-come on, Annilese, l-look at me," the girl hiccupped," Stay with me, Annilese. W-we still haven't m-made the daisy crowns, r-remember?"
"Sorry, Kiana," said the child, tears sliding down her small cheeks, smiling. "Make those crowns in the fishnet design, alright?"
The saddened sibling nodded, nearly giving herself a headache in doing so. "Of course, I will. B-but Annilese, you'll be there to make them with me, right?"
Silence.
"Annilese?"
More Silence.
"NO, NO, ANNILESE! NO!"
The villagers ignored, not taking the time to pity, the tears of the sobbing sister, instead a young man came up from the crowd and said, loudly and clearly," Leave. Leave and never come back."
The sorceress didn't look up, her tears have stopped coming and she stayed silent, perplexing the villagers. Until she rose suddenly, and glared at the crowd with a fiery hatred that could only have come from the deep tombs of Hell itself.
"You will never forget what you did to me on this day," she whispered, yet somehow everyone heard her, a chill swiveling up the listener's spines.
Leaves suddenly surrounded the girl, who just stood there, glaring, as the leaves created a small tornado around her. The villagers had to shield their eyes to keep any oncoming leaves from poking them. And when they reopen their surprised orbs, the girl wasn't there anymore.
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