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Luna Wicks

Excerpt from Flowers

by Luna Wicks

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My flower is a deep blue dahlia with blood red tips. My flower is nearly dead.

Maria:

I looked at my nearly wilted dahlia.

“Anda kandama,” I gasped and fell to my knees, clutching my chest. When I took them away, the flowers were covered in blood.

“Maria!” In my blurry vision, I could see Edward’s figure running toward me. His misty cerulean eyes concerned, his sandy blond hair messy. Edward ran up to me and rolled me onto my back.

“No, not, no. Maria, what are you doing?!” He closed his eyes and took a breath. “Nendoma rendomea. Hal-ah-alu.”

I felt better. I gasped and sputtered, “N-no. St-stop.” I hacked up blood. “Eddie, please. Anda kandama. Anda kandama.” I counteracted his spell. I felt the pain start to return.

“Maria, what the heck? Nendoma rendomea. Please, Maria. Nendoma rendomea.” Eddie tried to sop up some of the blood with a small handkerchief. “Maria just let me save you.” He begged. “You can explain everything later. Just let me save you now.”

But he didn’t understand. There could be no later. “Damien.” I croaked the one name that just might draw him to understanding.

I saw it in his eyes. He understood. “Really? Is this the only option? Maria look at me.” He tilted my chin so that my mocha eyes were staring into his pale blue ones. “Is there no way I can help you? We can’t defeat him together this time?” There was a deep sadness in his eyes.

I responded solemnly. “I’m so sorry. I love you.” I whispered, hot tears filling my eyes. “Anda kandama.” I said with my last strength.

The blue dahlia, turning brown, disintegrated into a pile of ashes.

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