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The Library: Next day
Flora stands in the middle of the Library with Chatta searching for a certain book. Flora decides that she needs to find out who this person is and quickly. She knows that they are from Lynphea because she told Flora that she watched her grow up.
"I have watched you grow up." The individual answers Flora.
Flora walks over towards the bookshelves as she speed reads through all the titles on the spines. Chatta joins her as she takes the books higher up on the shelves. They search for a few hours without saying a word before Chatta begins the conversation.
"What are we looking for again?" Chatta yells pass the book shelves as she flies to another book that has a huge title reading history as she scratches her head with a questioning look on her face. "I think that I have been searching for the wrong book!"
"Chatta!" Flora giggles as she glances over the side of the shelf she is searching on. "We are looking for Lynphea's History!" Flora replies back at Chatta.
"Right!" Chatta agrees with Flora as she continues searching through ever single book in the library.
The clock strikes 3 a.m. as they continue to search for the books that will hopefully help Flora find out who this person is. She closes her eyes as she thinks about the book with a curious thought. She remembers a story that her father would tell her every night about Lynthea that the King and Queen forbid the villagers to ever mention.
"I found it!" Chatta shouts towards Flora as she yanks out a huge green, pink book that reads Lynphea's History as the title.
"Bring it over here!" Flora tells her as she walks over to the petal stool as Chatta grips hold of the book's spine as she throws it on the top of the petal stool. "Maybe this has the girl in it."
"What girl?" Chatta questions Flora.
"The voice from the forest came and visited me in my room last night. Bloom scared her before she showed me anything. She said that she was from Lynphea like me." Flora turns the pages and scrolls through them as she searching for a girl with white hair.
"How do you know that she is in the history book?" Chatta asks Flora with a questioning look on her face.
"She said some things that caught my attention." Flora whispers to herself as she remembers the conversation she had with the individual.
"How do you know me?" Flora asks the person as she tries to see that figure some how.
"I have watched you grow up." The individual answers Flora.
"What do you mean by that?" Flora wonders to the person. "Can I see what you look like?"
The figure shakes their head as they tell Flora an answer to her question. "You walk with Nature, you feel them talking to you, and you don't know what I am talking about?"
"Wait..." Flora remembers the plants earlier that day. "You speak with the plants."
"Flora..." The figure speaks with a soft voice. "I have the power to touch anything and communicate with it. I have the power to create or destroy the world around me."
"Flora..." Chatta wonders as she watches Flora turn to the last page as she slams the book shut.
"Nothing!" Flora shouts at herself. "Where would it be?"
"Flora..." Chatta lays on her shoulder as she listens to Flora's heart beat, trying to calm itself down.
"Flora..." Her voice rings through her head as she remembers that voice.
"Where have I heard about a girl with white hair?" Flora asks herself as she remembers something.
"Do you want me to tell you a story?" Her father whispers to her as she lays in bed after a long day in the gardens.
"Yes, please." Flora answers him with a smile of pure joy.
"Once there was a young princess with pure white hair like a white rose." Her father begins to tell her. "She wore a light blue gown dress with black flowers that draped from her right sleeve scattering down the rest of the dress. Her one sleeve dress showed her left shoulder which held a white Violet flower tattoo to show her power with the plants."
"She must have been beautiful." Flora giggles at the princess's beautiful outfit.
"She was know as Princess Viola of Viviana." He informs her as she smiles at the name.
"Princess Viola of Viviana!" Flora yells towards the library as a small book struggles to escape the shelves that surround it.
"Who is that?" Chatta questions Flora as she watches a small white book reach Flora's hands.
"This is the girl." Flora replies to Chatta as she opens the book to a beautiful picture of Princess Viola.
"She's so pretty." Chatta says as she stares at the book before looking at Flora with a disappointing look on her face. "If you just had to call out the name of the book, why did you not do that earlier when we were looking for the history book?"
"I forgot." Flora shrugs to Chatta.
"What? You forgot!" Chatta yells in exhaustion as she falls to the ground to sleep.
"Sorry." Flora pleads to her as she lifts Chatta from the ground and into her hand. "My father told me about her in my bed time stories. I just remembered." Flora informs Chatta as she turns the page to the beginning of the story.
"Flora..." Chatta wonders to her friend as she starts to read the story. "This is a Fairy Tale that people tell their kids. This person isn't real."
"That is what you think..." Her voice appears through the library.
Flora shuts the book as she stares up towards the entrance of the library. Flora glares at the girl with the white hair that blew in the light breeze. Flora stares at her light blue gown dress with side shoulder sleeves that have a white lace fabric draping from them. White flowers dance around her dress as she walks bare foot on the library's tile floor.
"She's so pretty." Chatta informs the girl in the entrance.
"Hello Flora." She curtsies to Flora with respect in her eyes as she hides her face still.
"Princess Viola." Flora says as she does the same to her in respect.