Asphodel Flowers 소설 & 이야기

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

I study her face for a moment before reaching for the parcel beside me. The paper wrapping crinkles softly beneath my fingers as I begin opening it carefully. Aspyn leans slightly closer, anticipation practically shining in her eyes. When the wrapping finally parts fully, I lift the flower from within. It is smaller than most ordinary blossoms, almost delicate in appearance. Dark crimson petals curl inward around a black center dusted faintly with silver pollen. Beautiful. Deadly. Aspyn stares openly at it. “That?” she asks quietly. I smile faintly.

Breathing out as the scent of tulips wafted into my nostrils, I glanced around for the first time. The area was filled with tall mountains and hills. I could barely see anything except for the flowers that surrounded me. There was a variety of them, and only a few I could recognise, like the asphodel, which comprised eighty per cent of the field, tulips and red roses. The rest were unfamiliar to me. The field was dark, illuminated by fireflies; I couldn't tell where they came from but was glad they were here. Despite the fireflies lighting it, it was as if several depressing souls were gathered around, waiting to be freed; however, it was the end for them.

Asa didn't run much, taking breaks to stare at the butterflies before chasing after it again. Ren ran after him, screaming to follow him as Elias ran after both of them why I laid out the snacks, allowing the warmth of the sun to bath my skin a little in hopes of a little tan. I was naturally pale and I got a little jealous of people who could tan because I couldn't tan easily. I was still staring at the beautiful clear sky, memories of Jon and my happiest days flashing before my eyes when I felt a soft pull on my sleeve. Asa stood with a tiny flowerpot in his hand that had a baby white hydrangea. I collected it with a smile realizing Asa knew what each flowers meant.

“Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say. There are only few florists who can confidently tell you they have a white rose in their garden. I was only lucky to get them when a supplier called me and told me he was willing to sell at an outrageously high price and also the white rose signifies chastity, beauty, royalty, and purity. In the ancient times, royalties give it to women they intend to court or have picked some form marital interest in, especially when she's a virgin.“ “Thank you for your time.” They said as they exited the place.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth parting in surprise. “She gave me a jade bracelet,” I whispered. “But what does that have to do with anything?” “That particular plant has a reaction when it comes in contact with Jade.” Miranda replied, her voice clipped. I blinked, “Wait… What kind of reaction?” “It oxidizes.” She explained, “But only under specific conditions. The asphodel variant you found, assuming that’s what it is, has a chemical compound that breaks down when stored near trace elements of jade. It doesn’t happen immediately, but once it does, it releases a byproduct which is usually a noxious gas or odor. In enclosed spaces, it can cause disorientation, nausea and in rare cases,

“Of course not, my lady. The master will not take in unwilling guests. That is his rule in business and in love.” She did not answer. In her mind, she is still angry at him. “For the master, daffodils equate to your ladyship. It is your symbol. It is also the symbol of your fated meeting. The lord took great efforts, asked Ascalaphus and other lampads to take special care of these flowers so they could bloom and await your return. He believes growing daffodils could secure your return.” “Are we really talking about Hades the straight-faced, no nonsense guy? You are making stuff up, Charon.”

Not far from the edge of the town, was the hill of Anthasia, the sacred hill that house the sacred floral pool that only blooms on the summer's solstice. “Father! Mother! Look! Its the sacred lilies! The lilies have bloomed!” the little lass, no more than twelve years old, who has been atop of that hill just now, cried upon seeing the blooming flowers in the meadow, clearly in awe to see much of the sacred flowers littering the area. The girl was donned in a pastel colored free flowing dress, crowned with shoulder length raven locks, almond shaped eyes with the color of like the molten gold, and sun kissed skin, the young princess was indeed a sight to behold. An exotic flair in the midst of