Narcissus

by Progenitus

She would prove that frail flowers grew stronger by throwing themselves into the scorching sun: she will kill the charming Rogue. But frail flowers also grew wild hearts that gave itself away too readily. And then? Love, and cold despair. [AG]

9. Epilogue

Narcissus

Epilogue

Years and years later, when Alanna came home one day to find George sitting on their bed reading, she frowned slightly. George, being perceptive as always, asked her what was on her mind.

"Do-do you remember this Lady Delia, whom Jon had taken a fancy to before switching to the new Lady Delilah?"

George put down his book. "Ah, you mean Sharon. I was wondering if you'd ever come around to asking 'bout her."

Alanna's frown deepened. "Not that I'm questioning you, or that I'm demanding of anything that happened before we were together, but—she—what was between you two? And she—the way she died in your arms…"

"Come 'ere Alanna," George softly said. "She was a frail little bulb that grew to be a pretty flower, but ended up dying too soon because she thought she had found her sun, but didn't."

Seeing Alanna didn't quite understand, he began by asking, "Ever heard of the name of L'Morae?"

And so the tale of the narcissus is passed on, not forgotten.