Her mind was fuzzy, unfocused, unable to process anything other than the fact that she was not home. This was not Earth, and the sky she lay under was not the same one she had woken up under this morning. It was different. Though dark in appearance, and dotted with the familiar twinkle of millions of stars, the appearance of three different moons told her this was not the same sky she knew. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. She almost entertained the thought of this being a dream, but the pain that exploded in her back told her otherwise.
She was in a landfill of some sort, splayed on her back, unable and unwilling to get up and fully gauge her surroundings. She shakily lifted her hand toward the unfamiliar purple moon that shone so bright above her, watching as the hand multiplied and blurred in her hazy vision.
How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was falling down an endless hole. Had this been where it ended? A distorted reality on the other side? Her mind was too frazzled to truly debate such a heavy topic now so she instead looked back up toward the sky, toward the stars that she felt she knew so well.
She stayed that was for what felt like hours, before the sound of approaching footsteps snapped her from her daydreams. Turning her head slowly, she saw a large green figure, familiar to her from a distant memory, but not easily memorable in her fragile state.
He picked her up with strong large hands and she whimpered pitifully at the pain that blossomed at the movement. The last she registered before the black abyss were a pair of dark eyes.
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She woke to the sound of a manly squeal.
"She's perfect," An enthusiastic voice proclaimed.
"I haven't had a mortal human stumble upon Sakaar in millennia" He continued.
'Sakaar? Is that what this place is?'
She fluttered her eyes open in quiet panic. Who had she been taken to?
The sight that greeted her did little to qualm her nerves. In front of her sat an older man on a throne. He had on gold finery with odd blue lining around his eyes and on his lip. He looked upon her with a manic excitement, his eyes taking up her from hungrily.
"Hello, little mortal."
Her mouth was too dry to formulate words, so she instead looked at him in fear, begging him with her wide violet eyes to not hurt her. She was strapped to what seemed to be an upright platform, dressed in the same white dress she had worn before she fell here, her arms and legs twined in the flowered vines from her home. She was glad they were still wrapped around her, her small piece of home.
"Though, you don't look much like a mortal." He said doubtfully coming closer to her.
She shrank back fearfully as he come closer, the vines growing thicker and winding round her protectively.
"What is this?" His voice lilted in excitement.
"Are you a magician?" He asked deeply, reaching to stroke her cheek in wonder.
She shook her head quickly, hoping he would leave her alone soon.
"But you are clearly not a human, your eyes. They're exquisite." He murmured.
"M-mutant..." she whispered past her dry throat, aware of how small and fragile she sounded.
"Mutant! A human mutant!" He exclaimed loudly, startling her.
"What can you do?" He demanded, holding her chin tightly so that she was faced with his intense stare.
"I-I, n-nature," she stuttered out, shrinking back from his terrifying closeness.
He looked down at the vines and pink flowers that wound decoratively around her limbs, stopping at the flowers that entwined delicately in her ebony hair.
Without saying a word, he unclasped her restraints.
"Show me." He implored, stepping back expectantly.
She shakily stood to her feet, looking around the room fearfully. She reached out a hand watching as it shook pitifully in the air, before growing a small thornless red rose in her palm, handing it out to him fearfully.
He took it from her, entranced.
"What more can you do?" He pressed, coming closer.
She couldn't do this here, she needed to be outside, she needed fresh air.
"O-outside..." she murmured weakly, worried to set him off. This man was so clearly unstable.
There was a pause, before he grabbed her wrist, tightly pulling her behind him as he walked quickly, impatiently to the door that lay behind them. He led her, too quickly for her to take account of where they were going, outside to a clearing. They seemed to have been in a frightfully high tower before, and now were behind it in a dry patch of land that was disturbingly sparse of any life.
He threw her to the ground and stepped back impatiently.
"Show. Me." He demanded again.
She sat up gingerly as pain blossomed in the elbow she fell on. She crossed her legs and dug her hands into the dry dirt beneath her, willing the life that had been absent for so long to return. Her hands warmed , and she allowed a small smile at the feeling of sprouting grass and new life, as the smell of meadows and trees and flowers enveloped her.
It felt like hours before she opened her eyes, but she knew it had only been minutes. The man stood were he had before, except now he looked awe struck. She allowed herself to look around now, at the life she had just cultivated.
What was once an expanse of bare dirt was a garden of vibrant colour, with varieties of trees, sprouting with fresh red apples, pears and lemons. Bushes of berries and wildflowers, both common and rare, grew in abundance. It was truly a sight to see, and her heart swelled with the familiar sight.
"Beautiful." She looked back at him, only to meet his own gaze.
"Truly remarkable," he said awed. He beckoned his finger, and she reluctantly stepped toward him, her eyes swimming in fear.
"What's your name?" He asked her and her heart dropped as she realised she had no way of answering him.
"I-I don't remember." She said quietly, looking down to her bare feet.
He lifted her chin.
"Flower." He decided.
"Who are you? Where am I?" She asked, her heart thundering in her chest.
"I am the grandmaster, and you have stumbled upon Sakaar, the place of the found. This is your home now. You must tend to this garden, and I will in return, provide you with riches and accommodation." He declared stepping back from her.
She couldn't help the tears that welled up in her eyes as he stepped away, turning to once reenter the towering skyscraper.