The Blossoming Blade

Creative Story 3rd Person View

The ancient jungle showed its liveliness in the early morning of July. The sun casted rays of bright light from the gaps of leaves, lighting sparks of gold down upon the fallen twigs and branches. Small animals started to appear outside of their caves, birds started to chirp, everything seemed so full of life. Astoundingly, in the middle of the jungle, bathed in a patch of sunlight from a slightly larger hole of leaves, sat a girl on a flat, smooth stone. The girl had her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun. If people look from a distance away, they probably would think that the girl was almost blending into the surroundings.

This was stopped by the noise of horse galloping.

“Catch her!”

“Get her!”

“Don’t let her escape!”

The loud noises scared away pheasants and deers. Nearly all at once the silent place was full of sounds made by the animals.

The girl, however, stayed there on the stone.

The small group of men stopped about twenty meters away, one of them preparing to shoot an arrow aimed at her head. The arrow got rid of the bowstring and whistled towards the girl, but as a slight turn of her head, she slipped away from danger elegantly.

The men stopped, and instead, dignified expressions appeared on their faces, all fixing their eyes on the small figure.

She proved them right.

To others, it might just seem like the girl pulled out a small blade. Not surprising. After a second, the few men fell to the ground like dolls. All people could see was a stunning sight. The small person having her back to a group of grown men, but the small person having her back to a group of fallen grown men after a flicker of her hidden blade.

“…” The girl murmured to herself, and with a flash of her hair, she disappeared from the patch of ground, leaving behind the group of men groaning.

It was a perfectly normal morning in the town Aubb, with the shining light and the twinkles of the refractions of water splashed out from the fountains nearby. Merchants greeted everybody, promoting their products, sometimes successfully having a purchase. Windmills rotated leisurely, enjoying the early breeze. People started to go out of their houses, chatting with their neighbors in the process. Pigeons flew among the houses, putting up banners and flags, preparing for the upcoming festival. Colorful decorations rose up, filling the whole town with a merry aroma. Merchants took all their goods back into their bags and boxes, and started moving towards the festival area. In the center of the town was a round, vacant area, with shrubs around the side. Pillars stood out, each having their own bonds with another pillar by the red strings in between.

9:00 AM.

The ancient bell on the highest tower struck nine times, indicating the beginning of the festival.

Every time this year, people get together to celebrate the flowers in the town, also the good weather at the start of the year. The people will bring all their cared flowers out and make them be judged by their brightness and their condition. The champion of this competition will be given a special prize. Though no one actually know what it was, it would still be a happy surprise for the champion to see.