ExoGrim & ZombieSplitter53
Enchanting Garden
May 14th, 3349
The wind of the early spring carried a haunting melody across the garden, the source coming from the cloaked figure kneeling before some flowers. Her sight lacking, she moved with slow, methodical motions as she planted her spring tulips. She had a special breed, being extra fragrant. This was important for her since she relied on her sense of smell more than most. This batch was even more fragrant than usual, unfortunate for her as she did not know a rose bush had been planted next to her spot. Unable to smell it at first, she cried out in pain when she accidentally brushed her hand against the bush, cutting it open. She tightly gripped her hand, and moved her head about in a bit of a panic. She didn't know how bad it was, and couldn't risk looking.
Arlia laid in a nearby tree, looking down at the garden and all who wandered in it. She was impressed on well it was maintained. As she gazed down at the garden and it's visitors, Arlia noticed the young child and her bleeding hand. The assassin jumped down from the tree, briefly checking to see if she had a spare burn patch in her pouch. She carefully approached the child. "Hey, are you okay? Would you let me see that wound?"
"U-uh... I-I don't want to be a burden, but..." Aemilia hesitated, then held out her arm. "Please."
Arlia took out a burn patch, lightly holding her arm to examine the wound, see how bad it was. "This might burn, but it's going to help."
Aemilia nodded nervously. The wound wasn't too deep, but it was bleeding quite a bit and looked inflamed.
Arlia carefully placed the herbal concoction onto the child's arm and let it take effect. Aemilia's blood seemed to burn and made a sizzling sound as the wound cauterized and healed. When the assassin removed the patch, all that was left of the wound was a bit of scabbing where the wound was originally. "Now, try not to scratch at it too much, otherwise you risk reopening the wound."
"I'll be careful. Thank You, miss." Aemilia let out a sigh of relief. "I didn't get any blood on you, did I?"
"Not much... I'm too careful to get drenched in someone else's blood." Arlia replied.
"That's good. Though an... odd way of putting it." The girl giggled. "It makes it sound like you have to avoid lots of blood all the time. Are you a doctor maybe?"
"No..." Arlia paused. "I'm an assassin."
"An assassin? That's... someone one kills people for money, right?" Aemilia frowned. "You're here to kill someone? And... you have to kill me now to keep me quiet, right?”
Arlia sighed. "Don't worry, I am not here to kill anyone... I work for this organization, not against it.”
"Oh... well, that's a relief." Aemilia gave her a big smile. "You seem so nice. I'd hate for you to end up hurting someone I know." She carefully reached to the side, picking up one of her tulips. "So what's your name? I'm Aemilia."
As she watched the girl, Arlia couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of her eye, that three of the roses were blue, and she was pretty sure they were red when she came over. "My name is Arlia." The assassin said as she turned to inspect the roses. "Do you, by chance, have any magical ability?"
"Magic? Not much," Aemelia answered. "I can use a little light magic, but I haven't practiced much with it." As Arlia got closer to the flowers, the three head ones moved on their own, the heads turning towards the woman as if they were looking at her. "Why do you ask?" Aemilia asked.
With a sudden flash of steel, Arlia beheaded the three blue roses. Her breathing quickened and started to sound unstable. After a few moments, the assassin sheathed her sword, still breathing heavily.
Aemilia looked up from the flower she was planting. Naturally, she hadn't seen the weapon, only feeling a light just of the swing. "Are you okay, Arlia? You sound out of breath."
"Flowers... aren't meant... to do that..." Arlia said in between breaths, seeming to be on the verge of panicking.
"Flowers? Do what?" Aemelia stopped what she was doing and turned to the woman. "Please, y-you're scaring me."
Arlia held herself as she dropped to her knees, her breathing worsening. Arlia, calm down, you only know two people who can control plants... and you killed one of them, right? Arlia tried to mentally remind herself.
After a moment, she felt a small hand rest on her shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, Arlia. I must have said or done something to upset you. W-what ever it was, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."
Arlia slowly turned to the girl, fear plastered on her face. A image of a slowly dying child flashed in the assassin's mind... a grim reminder of her failures. She began to tear up as she hugged Aemilia. "Don't go... please don't go."
A few tears rolled down Aemilia's cheeks, a bit out of fear, a bit out of sympathy, and a bit from worry. "I... I-I won't go, Arlia. I'll stay as long as you need me to."
After a few minutes, Arlia seemed to calm down as she let go of the child. "I'm sorry about that... whatever you did to those plants, it triggered old memories. Ones that I'm not too fond of."
"I-I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to do that. I..." Aemilia turned her head towards her tulips, thinking Arlia was referring to them. "I know I don't have the greatest green thumbs in the world, and I could have done better with them. I promise to do better, so please don't be sad."
"I was referring to the roses..." Arlia mentioned, still shaking a little. "I don't know how, but you gave them life. You gave them conciousness."
"I... I did? Oh no..." Aemilia stood up and stumbled forward, accidentally kicking her last unplanted tulip to the side. She grabbed a watering can, spilling it a little as she hurried it over to Arlia. "Please! Please, wash any blood I got on you off!"
"Wait, why?" Arlia inquired, concerned about the young child's fearful attitude towards her own blood.
"A c-couple years ago, I cut myself really bad. Mina... Lady Havenbrook helped me, and got a bunch of my blood on her. The next day, she ended up in the infirmary. Sh-she was really, really sick. They said it was some kind of magical poison. Afterwards, I tried to tell her how sorry I was, but she insisted it wasn't me. But if I did something to the flowers just by bleeding on them... I-I think she was just trying to make me feel better."
"Oh... That might be bad then." Arlia stated as she took the watering can and washed off the remainder of the blood on her arm. "Is this only the second time you've been cut then?"
Aemilia nodded. "I naturally have to be careful since I can't see, and Lady Havenbrook is usually protective of me, so I don't get hurt very often. At least that is one thing I don't burden people with..."
Arlia sighed, placing the watering can down on the floor. "You shouldn't beat yourself up over things that you have no control over."
"Why not?" Aemilia sat down, pulling her legs close. "I'm just... so useless. People have to do so much for me. There are so many basic things I can't do on my own. I can't help with much. And even my blood hurts people. Just... such a burden."
"It's not a matter of you burdening others than it is you burdening yourself with that way of thinking." Arlia stated, crouching in front of the child. "You need to focus on what you can do, not what you can't do."
"What if there isn't anything I can do?" the girl asked sadly.
"Everyone is capable of something." Arlia answered. "You also have to remember that you're still young. children still need protecting so that they can grow into fine men and women."
Aemilia was silent for a few moments, something about that making her hesitate. Finally, she nodded. "Okay. Sorry for being so negative. And for the flower thing. And bleeding on you. A-and anything else I forgot."
"There's no need to apologize." Arlia nodded in return. "You were just misguided, that's all."
Aemilia nodded. She moved her hand about behind her, trying to find the flower she had knocked over. "So, um... w-what bad memory did the flowers trigger?"
"One I'd rather not talk about." Arlia muttered grimly. "She's someone I'd like to forget."
"I understand." The girl found the flower, frowning sadly that she had crushed it. So she picked up the water can, having just enough in it to water her patch. "Well, um... I guess I should let you go back to what you were doing. Thanks again for your help.”
"No problem..." Arlia began to make her way back up the tree she had been in originally. "And don't forget that I'm here if you need anything."
"I won't." Aemilia said with a smile, taking the can and making her way back to the manor.
Enchanting Garden
May 14th, 3349
The wind of the early spring carried a haunting melody across the garden, the source coming from the cloaked figure kneeling before some flowers. Her sight lacking, she moved with slow, methodical motions as she planted her spring tulips. She had a special breed, being extra fragrant. This was important for her since she relied on her sense of smell more than most. This batch was even more fragrant than usual, unfortunate for her as she did not know a rose bush had been planted next to her spot. Unable to smell it at first, she cried out in pain when she accidentally brushed her hand against the bush, cutting it open. She tightly gripped her hand, and moved her head about in a bit of a panic. She didn't know how bad it was, and couldn't risk looking.
Arlia laid in a nearby tree, looking down at the garden and all who wandered in it. She was impressed on well it was maintained. As she gazed down at the garden and it's visitors, Arlia noticed the young child and her bleeding hand. The assassin jumped down from the tree, briefly checking to see if she had a spare burn patch in her pouch. She carefully approached the child. "Hey, are you okay? Would you let me see that wound?"
"U-uh... I-I don't want to be a burden, but..." Aemilia hesitated, then held out her arm. "Please."
Arlia took out a burn patch, lightly holding her arm to examine the wound, see how bad it was. "This might burn, but it's going to help."
Aemilia nodded nervously. The wound wasn't too deep, but it was bleeding quite a bit and looked inflamed.
Arlia carefully placed the herbal concoction onto the child's arm and let it take effect. Aemilia's blood seemed to burn and made a sizzling sound as the wound cauterized and healed. When the assassin removed the patch, all that was left of the wound was a bit of scabbing where the wound was originally. "Now, try not to scratch at it too much, otherwise you risk reopening the wound."
"I'll be careful. Thank You, miss." Aemilia let out a sigh of relief. "I didn't get any blood on you, did I?"
"Not much... I'm too careful to get drenched in someone else's blood." Arlia replied.
"That's good. Though an... odd way of putting it." The girl giggled. "It makes it sound like you have to avoid lots of blood all the time. Are you a doctor maybe?"
"No..." Arlia paused. "I'm an assassin."
"An assassin? That's... someone one kills people for money, right?" Aemilia frowned. "You're here to kill someone? And... you have to kill me now to keep me quiet, right?”
Arlia sighed. "Don't worry, I am not here to kill anyone... I work for this organization, not against it.”
"Oh... well, that's a relief." Aemilia gave her a big smile. "You seem so nice. I'd hate for you to end up hurting someone I know." She carefully reached to the side, picking up one of her tulips. "So what's your name? I'm Aemilia."
As she watched the girl, Arlia couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of her eye, that three of the roses were blue, and she was pretty sure they were red when she came over. "My name is Arlia." The assassin said as she turned to inspect the roses. "Do you, by chance, have any magical ability?"
"Magic? Not much," Aemelia answered. "I can use a little light magic, but I haven't practiced much with it." As Arlia got closer to the flowers, the three head ones moved on their own, the heads turning towards the woman as if they were looking at her. "Why do you ask?" Aemilia asked.
With a sudden flash of steel, Arlia beheaded the three blue roses. Her breathing quickened and started to sound unstable. After a few moments, the assassin sheathed her sword, still breathing heavily.
Aemilia looked up from the flower she was planting. Naturally, she hadn't seen the weapon, only feeling a light just of the swing. "Are you okay, Arlia? You sound out of breath."
"Flowers... aren't meant... to do that..." Arlia said in between breaths, seeming to be on the verge of panicking.
"Flowers? Do what?" Aemelia stopped what she was doing and turned to the woman. "Please, y-you're scaring me."
Arlia held herself as she dropped to her knees, her breathing worsening. Arlia, calm down, you only know two people who can control plants... and you killed one of them, right? Arlia tried to mentally remind herself.
After a moment, she felt a small hand rest on her shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, Arlia. I must have said or done something to upset you. W-what ever it was, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."
Arlia slowly turned to the girl, fear plastered on her face. A image of a slowly dying child flashed in the assassin's mind... a grim reminder of her failures. She began to tear up as she hugged Aemilia. "Don't go... please don't go."
A few tears rolled down Aemilia's cheeks, a bit out of fear, a bit out of sympathy, and a bit from worry. "I... I-I won't go, Arlia. I'll stay as long as you need me to."
After a few minutes, Arlia seemed to calm down as she let go of the child. "I'm sorry about that... whatever you did to those plants, it triggered old memories. Ones that I'm not too fond of."
"I-I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to do that. I..." Aemilia turned her head towards her tulips, thinking Arlia was referring to them. "I know I don't have the greatest green thumbs in the world, and I could have done better with them. I promise to do better, so please don't be sad."
"I was referring to the roses..." Arlia mentioned, still shaking a little. "I don't know how, but you gave them life. You gave them conciousness."
"I... I did? Oh no..." Aemilia stood up and stumbled forward, accidentally kicking her last unplanted tulip to the side. She grabbed a watering can, spilling it a little as she hurried it over to Arlia. "Please! Please, wash any blood I got on you off!"
"Wait, why?" Arlia inquired, concerned about the young child's fearful attitude towards her own blood.
"A c-couple years ago, I cut myself really bad. Mina... Lady Havenbrook helped me, and got a bunch of my blood on her. The next day, she ended up in the infirmary. Sh-she was really, really sick. They said it was some kind of magical poison. Afterwards, I tried to tell her how sorry I was, but she insisted it wasn't me. But if I did something to the flowers just by bleeding on them... I-I think she was just trying to make me feel better."
"Oh... That might be bad then." Arlia stated as she took the watering can and washed off the remainder of the blood on her arm. "Is this only the second time you've been cut then?"
Aemilia nodded. "I naturally have to be careful since I can't see, and Lady Havenbrook is usually protective of me, so I don't get hurt very often. At least that is one thing I don't burden people with..."
Arlia sighed, placing the watering can down on the floor. "You shouldn't beat yourself up over things that you have no control over."
"Why not?" Aemilia sat down, pulling her legs close. "I'm just... so useless. People have to do so much for me. There are so many basic things I can't do on my own. I can't help with much. And even my blood hurts people. Just... such a burden."
"It's not a matter of you burdening others than it is you burdening yourself with that way of thinking." Arlia stated, crouching in front of the child. "You need to focus on what you can do, not what you can't do."
"What if there isn't anything I can do?" the girl asked sadly.
"Everyone is capable of something." Arlia answered. "You also have to remember that you're still young. children still need protecting so that they can grow into fine men and women."
Aemilia was silent for a few moments, something about that making her hesitate. Finally, she nodded. "Okay. Sorry for being so negative. And for the flower thing. And bleeding on you. A-and anything else I forgot."
"There's no need to apologize." Arlia nodded in return. "You were just misguided, that's all."
Aemilia nodded. She moved her hand about behind her, trying to find the flower she had knocked over. "So, um... w-what bad memory did the flowers trigger?"
"One I'd rather not talk about." Arlia muttered grimly. "She's someone I'd like to forget."
"I understand." The girl found the flower, frowning sadly that she had crushed it. So she picked up the water can, having just enough in it to water her patch. "Well, um... I guess I should let you go back to what you were doing. Thanks again for your help.”
"No problem..." Arlia began to make her way back up the tree she had been in originally. "And don't forget that I'm here if you need anything."
"I won't." Aemilia said with a smile, taking the can and making her way back to the manor.
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