Romans & histoires Blossoming Path

“A pleasure. We’ve heard so much about your… quiet success.” I took her hand briefly, my own smile serene. Then, in a voice low enough for them alone but carrying just enough for nearby ears, I delivered the riddle with elegant calm: “Some flowers bloom brightest when another is crushed beneath the soil. Isn’t it fascinating how betrayal can fertilize new growth—until the roots remember and start pulling back?”

--- Not perfect. --- Not controlled. --- But holding. --- And as the new structure took shape— As the last path became reality— As the future opened into something uncertain but free— One final truth emerged: --- The right path is not the one that is given… --- It is the one that is created— --- When all others are gone.

Dove’s head snapped back, and he was watching a replay of when he met Briar, having this same conversation. “As I said, you will know my brother’s words when you need them.” “I wonder if that’s how people feel about Stryxx and i? That’s creepy. The blossoms, please?” Dove growled, holding out his hand. “Since there are only 2 of you to carry them back, you may only take two. There is another that is in need of these blossoms. I cannot reveal that person to you, but you are close to them. Strong morale judgement is the path to Paradise. Your 2 blossoms are right at your feet. Goodbye, young wolf.” Anaki dissipated into mist right in front of his eyes. He looked down to see the two beautiful d