The Tale of Why There Are Flowers
"In the time before the Golden Age of peace, there was much conflict. When the humans warred, Zeus would send one of his lesser gods to clean up the remains of those deceased and help them on their way to the afterlife. After many years of this, the gods refused to take care of human's dirty work. Because of the boycott, people were left on the battleground to rot.
"Few ventured near and soon, there were great mounds of the dead. One young woman, though she was as beautiful as Pandora, wasn't planning to find a suitor and settle down. Instead, she decided to journey across the known world. Her name was Desdemona, or ill-fated one; her eyes were like two black opals shining, even without light, and her hair was a crimson banner, waving in the breeze. Desdemona, in her travels, buried the lifeless, decaying soldiers (and victims of the fights) with all the proper rituals included." The speaker stoops down to hear a little boy timidly ask a question. "Why? Well, when she was a mere little girl, her parents were injured severely in battle, then left to die on their own. From that moment on, she knew what her destiny was. Had she not done this, you would've been able to see constant smoke over the skies, like a storm that never occurs, because of the cremations to get rid of the ever-climbing stacks of bodies. Her whole life, she voyaged laying to rest the bodies and taking apprentices to teach her ways.
"In one of the towns Desdemona went to, there had been a horrible plague. One's teeth would fall out, making eating impossible, then your ribs would crack one by one and disintegrate. Your cartilage- ears, noses, joints would harden, and circulation never quite reached the extremities. While in the process of the ceremonies, she caught the dreaded disease and she her self died.
"The spirits of the people she took care of wanted to pay their respects to the now old woman who had been so kind to their physical forms. Many tried, for the first time, to pass from the underworld to that of the living. Hades wanted to send them to Tartarus, but his wife Persephone chose that, because their intentions were positive, she should not terribly punish them. The two decided to transfigure the souls into something unrecognizable, yet with its own beauty. At Desdemona's funeral, strange, stemmed petals appeared from under ground. Red, blue, gold, any color you could name! When Desdemona's spirit was leaving her body, she looked down to see a portrait of herself in vivid colors on the ground. The first flowers came into existence to pay tribute to someone who had died! She smiled - her life work had not been in vain." The speaker continued, "And so, never destroy flowers because they are really souls giving their thanks to the woman Desdemona."
"In the time before the Golden Age of peace, there was much conflict. When the humans warred, Zeus would send one of his lesser gods to clean up the remains of those deceased and help them on their way to the afterlife. After many years of this, the gods refused to take care of human's dirty work. Because of the boycott, people were left on the battleground to rot.
"Few ventured near and soon, there were great mounds of the dead. One young woman, though she was as beautiful as Pandora, wasn't planning to find a suitor and settle down. Instead, she decided to journey across the known world. Her name was Desdemona, or ill-fated one; her eyes were like two black opals shining, even without light, and her hair was a crimson banner, waving in the breeze. Desdemona, in her travels, buried the lifeless, decaying soldiers (and victims of the fights) with all the proper rituals included." The speaker stoops down to hear a little boy timidly ask a question. "Why? Well, when she was a mere little girl, her parents were injured severely in battle, then left to die on their own. From that moment on, she knew what her destiny was. Had she not done this, you would've been able to see constant smoke over the skies, like a storm that never occurs, because of the cremations to get rid of the ever-climbing stacks of bodies. Her whole life, she voyaged laying to rest the bodies and taking apprentices to teach her ways.
"In one of the towns Desdemona went to, there had been a horrible plague. One's teeth would fall out, making eating impossible, then your ribs would crack one by one and disintegrate. Your cartilage- ears, noses, joints would harden, and circulation never quite reached the extremities. While in the process of the ceremonies, she caught the dreaded disease and she her self died.
"The spirits of the people she took care of wanted to pay their respects to the now old woman who had been so kind to their physical forms. Many tried, for the first time, to pass from the underworld to that of the living. Hades wanted to send them to Tartarus, but his wife Persephone chose that, because their intentions were positive, she should not terribly punish them. The two decided to transfigure the souls into something unrecognizable, yet with its own beauty. At Desdemona's funeral, strange, stemmed petals appeared from under ground. Red, blue, gold, any color you could name! When Desdemona's spirit was leaving her body, she looked down to see a portrait of herself in vivid colors on the ground. The first flowers came into existence to pay tribute to someone who had died! She smiled - her life work had not been in vain." The speaker continued, "And so, never destroy flowers because they are really souls giving their thanks to the woman Desdemona."
