Soulless: Prologue Version One

Fairy tales of cheerful things never caught my attention but when faced with a tragic end I all but squealed to listen. Now hear me well and pay close mind to the story I have to tell because you never know when a fairy tale might be real.

Once upon a time there grew a flower of unimaginable beauty. Its petals were of the softest feel and its scent held creatures captive. Who so ever looked at this tall but fragile looking creation of God was said to be granted eternal life for it was said this was a plant survived from the Garden of Eden itself but was moved and hidden by the Angels. Searching high and low to no end, Men looked for this flower of youth but all that set to find it vanished, nothing was ever found. Truth was this hypnotic plant sent people to eternal life through death, a death so terrible it burned the skin off your body. This little tulip watched as creatures rapidly learned of its’ terrible gift and it became lonely. The soil where it thrived was deadly to any other vegetation and so it stayed in the shadows with only a slight glimmer hitting its leaves. “Who could love poison?” The poor plant cried, its tears reaching past the barrier that held it captive. That was when the man came, a man that aged by the agony of lose and hatred of human kind. He, being a man of science not religion, looked for this plant to have it take his last breath. It gazed at the man with wonder as he bowed. “Dear plant of Eden, or so it is told, I am here to ask for a demise well deserving of a man with nothing to live for,” peering up he gazed at the white petals with a beautiful red color sprouting like fire from the middle of its one medium bloom. Something unexpected happen making the man jump out of shock but only in amazement. “Man, Gods greatest creation that searches for me to pro long their meeting with the heavens, you do not wish for what others have wished for? Why only death you long me to fill you with?” Clearing his throat, he approached the sweet, curious plant. “Creation, created to purge men of their unholiness, I wish for death for I do not desire life without someone I love and all I love has been taken,” Coming ever so close, he touched lightly the stem of the beautiful flower and continued. “I much rather hold something as stunning as you to love one more time, rather than live forever never knowing the sweet voice of a caring heart.” The poison flower’s silky voice wept for the lonely man. “I do not wish you to die with such regret in your heart, instead stay by my side as my lover so you can die with happiness,” Brown eyes grew large as he smiled softly. “Then, my poison beauty, I shall call you dream, my love.” The man kissed a leaf upon the plant and did not die. Because the flower loved him, it gave him immunity but that also would cause it to wilt ever so slowly and painfully. What it had given him was its ability to regenerate when the poison did but now she wasn’t able to keep up. Years went by and the man noticed his lover’s sickness. “My Dear Dream why do you look so sick? Have I caused you misery beyond your power?” The flower gave a gloomy sigh as it tried to reach up towards him but it was too weak. In a raspy voice still lined with a silky under tone, it told him the truth. “My loving Darling, I dare say I am dying for I gave you the essence of what keeps me alive so I may not be lonely any longer,” Frantic, he ran back to his lab he had built near his precious treasure. Night after night he worked, trying to find a way to keep her alive. It was of no avail but there was something he could do. Walking depressed towards his love, he told it the sad news. “I do not wish to live forever without anyone,” He sobbed. The Striking Poison Flower seemed to smile in its words. “Take it,” He gazed up from his watered eyes. “Take my only bloom, the center piece of my heart, and in turn sacrifice your blood. You cannot save me but you can always have me,” With a heavy broken heart he took her petal and placed it in a jar to preserve it. Searching the world, the man looked for the perfect vessel for his creation. A human child, a baby just born that could grow with the poison. Finally after three years of searching, a baby was born, dead, and unmoving. The man stole the baby away as the grieving family came after him in anger, but he was prepared. The lab was already set as he lay its’ still warm body in the box and hooked it up. In seconds it worked. He watched as the baby girls color came back and a full head of vibrant scarlet hair grew out of her head. Her veins pulse green and then vanished under her skin. Perfection! It had worked and the baby now cried. She no longer held the soul of that family’s child but the spirit of the venomous flower. “My Dear Dream, This is our baby, Ashlyn,” He kissed the child but than his moment was cut short by the screams of the women he had stolen the vessel from. Fearful, He ran towards the nearest town where a Queen resided as ruler. Crestfallen, He laid the child at the door step, her red brown eyes looking up at him with longing. She was quiet, peaceful and beyond her years. “I will return to you sweet Ashlyn,” He covered her in an odd substance and vanished. The door opened and it all started the tale of a poison princess.