A Forever Blooming Flower
The cash register pinged.
"Oh and don't forget your change! That's 275
NP. Thank you, come again!"
The little fire Shoyru stood behind the counter
and was delighted just to see a smile on a customer's face. She waited a few
minutes but once she saw that there seemed to be no customers in need of assistance
she decided to make her daily route around the garden. Her mother owned a garden
center where she grew and sold plants. The Shoyru made her way through the garden,
stopping to look at every type of flower and delicately lifting them up to her
nose and taking a whiff of the sweet aroma. She passed by every flower you could
ever imagine and took the time to smell each and every one. Finally she stopped
when she got to the roses. These were her favorite flowers of them all. In fact,
her mom named her Rose after the beautiful flowers. Rose was always happy when
she was in the garden and she would often catch herself day dreaming while she
was behind the counter.
"Miss, how much for these color changing tulips?"
a voice came.
Rose was so caught up in the flowers that she
didn't even hear the customer.
"Miss! How much for these?" the voice yelled.
"Oh!" Rose blinked and suddenly remember she
was still at work. "The tulips are 700 NP a pot."
She turned around to see an old green Gelert
wearing all black. Her voice was raspy and harsh as she spoke. The Gelert had
on a quaint yet strange little hat. Rose noticed that the tulips that the Gelert
was holding were all dead.
"Actually, you can have those for 20 NP. They
are useless when they are dead," Rose began.
The Gelert grunted, "Not to me."
A few days went by and once again the old Gelert
came to the garden. Earlier Rose had seen a few roses that had wilted and died.
She was upset that they would be of no use to someone, and that they would have
to be thrown out. The green Gelert searched around the garden and looked at
all the flowers until she came across the roses. She picked a handful of the
dead ones up and walked over to Rose.
"How much for these?" she asked.
Rose had no idea why a customer would ever want
dead flowers but she politely replied, "Well normally they would be 100 NP each,
but since they have wilted I will sell them to you for 5 NP each."
The old Gelert nodded and handed Rose the money.
Rose took the money and went back to the cash register as she watched the Gelert
leave. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to buy dead flowers.
Days went by and the Gelert came back almost
every day. It was the same routine every time. She would search the garden,
find dead flowers, ask how much they were and leave. One day Rose noticed that
the old Gelert seemed to be, well older!
"How much do the star flowers cost?" the green
Gelert asked Rose.
Immediately knowing they would be dead, Rose
answered, "Three for 15 NP."
It had been a few weeks since the first time
the old green Gelert had come into the shop. Rose had been constantly thinking
about her. She was so curious to what anyone would want with dead flowers. One
day after the Gelert bought some wilted orb plants, Rose decided to follow her
home. She told that she was taking a break from work and that she was going
on a walk.
Rose followed the Gelert down the road and onto
a dirt path. She was careful not to be seen by hiding in hedges and behind fences.
The old Gelert finally stopped at an adorable cottage. Rose was breathtaken
by the gorgeous flowers and plants that were growing in the yard. There were
plants five times as big as they should be! There were vines with blooming white
and blue flowers that covered the cottage. Rose suddenly remembered were she
was and focused on what she was doing. She accidently stepped on a stick on
the ground and it made a gigantic popping noise as it broke under her foot.
The Gelert turned around but Rose was quick enough to hide behind a huge tree.
When the Gelert went inside Rose sprinted back to the shop.
The next day the Gelert didn't come to the garden
like Rose thought she would. She decided to go back to the cottage and see why
her now loyal customer hadn't showed up. Rose took the dirt path just as she
had remembered it and followed it until she was at the Gelert's cottage. As
soon as she was there she had to quickly hide behind a tree again because the
old Gelert was in the front yard! There was a huge pile of dead flowers next
to her. Rose watched as she picked up one flower at a time and planted it. When
she finished planting each flower, she began to whisper some sort of chant.
Rose couldn't understand any of the words she spoke. It was as if the Gelert
was speaking another language! Rose ran back to the shop where she could gather
her thoughts. This was all very strange and happening so fast.
Rose sat on a wooden bench in the garden and
tried to understand what the Gelert had been doing. After many minutes of pondering
on what had happened, it finally hit her. The Gelert must have been a witch!
It was so obvious all along and Rose didn't even know. How could she have missed
it? The green skin, the black clothing and hat; it has all so clear now!
The next day the Gelert came into the shop.
After she looked around for a while Rose finally went up to her and began to
talk to her.
"I know," she said quietly.
"You know what?" The Gelert was sharp and quick
as she talked to Rose.
"I know about you and the flowers. I know how
you bring the dead ones back to life!"
The old Gelert looked nervous. "You must come
with me. Now!"
The Gelert grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her
down the road to the cottage. The flowers were even more beautiful it seemed
than the days before! She lost track of where she was until the Gelert began
"Yes, I can bring the dead flowers back to life.
I used to be a powerful witch when I was younger, but now this is about the
only thing I am able to do. Please don't tell anyone."
Rose was baffled. "Well of course I won't tell
anyone! But why do you do this? Why don't you just buy already healthy plants?"
"Well this way, the wilted flowers never get
left behind. They have a home here now," the witch began.
Rose was touched. She had always felt the same
way about flowers that had died and needed to be thrown out.
"I'm Rose by the way."
"Yes, I know," the old Gelert smiled. "I am
Rose was relieved to finally know a little more
about her mysterious new friend.
"Well, you'd better get going," the Gelert began.
"You don't want your mother worrying about you."
Rose dashed off back to the garden . As soon
as her mom say her she began to throw questions at her.
"Where have you been? And who were you with?
Do you not realize that customers are in need of assistance?"
"Ummm," Rose thought quickly, "I went to a friend's
house. Sorry Mom, I lost track of time."
Her mother sighed. "Ok, just please go help
"I'm on it."
Days passed and Rose hadn't seen the Gelert
stop by the shop. She wasn't worried at first but then more than a week passed
and there was still no sight of her. Finally one day on her break she decided
to go to the Gelert's cottage. She sprinted up the dirt path until she was there.
Gertie was nowhere in sight. She went up and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Rose could hear Gertie wheeze.
Rose slowly crept in and shut the door behind
"I'm in here." Gertie coughed as Rose passed
by her room.
Rose walked in and saw the old Gelert laying
in a bed. She looked very sick and very old.
"Gertie, what's the matter?" she started. "Are
"I don't know, Rose. You see I didn't mention
telling you that every time I make the flowers younger, I get older."
"Well, you will be okay. I am sure you will
be!" Rose's voice shook. She was worried about Gertie. She was awfully old.
Rose left but came back to the cottage every
day to check on her. As the flowers started to wilt and die in the yard, Gertie
seemed to become stronger. She still was staying inside of the house most of
the time, but at least she was moving around. One day Rose went to the shop
and told her mom she needed hundreds of flowers.
"Honey, I can't afford to give you all of those!"
"No," Rose said. "Please, Mom, it's an emergency!"
She finally agreed (although it came out of
Rose's pay check). Rose ran to Gertie's house and weeded all the old dead flowers
that were in the yard. She planted all brand new ones in the yard and it was
as beautiful as ever! When Gertie saw what Rose had done she was ecstatic! Rose
noticed that over the next few days Gertie became stronger and stronger. Finally
she was to the point when she could come outside all the time again.
"Thank you Rose," Gertie started. "For doing
all of this for me."
"Well, now you have gotten something from my
mom's shop that you can have forever," Rose said.
"What do you mean? Flowers don't last forever,
you know, and I don't think I should heal them anymore with my condition." Gertie
"You have a flower, one named Rose. And you
have a friendship blooming."
The two hugged.