Eleanor's Petals

     Once in a full moon, blooms the Lotus flower.  And he, who brought a luminous, extravagant aura and a soothing embrace for he is the one who summoned the lotus flower, deep into the heart of Valmeyer.  However, Lotus will soon meet its demise and for he, the one who summoned it, began adrift himself into a fathomless slumber as the flower is in a dire need of repair.  He is known as Lotus Escalipus, a formless empire called forth by the ruler of Centreville.  Lotus, will soon be awakened from the lair where he slept, and able to unstop the regimes he had, he and his empire, under the guidance of the Eleanor's bloodline, no lies has ever been told.

    "Arise now, Lotus.  Summoned before the Eleanor's grace, commanded thee to abide Eleanor's ever lasting fountain of wisdom!" 

    The so called Lotus did not abide.  He did not appeared in the fountain's presence.  He did not answered the plea for he has turned against, prejudice the mages.  However, that is far from true, Lotus presence was long present amidst.  Why the flower did not yet wither in spite of Lotus's absence? He was never leave the fountain in the first place.  Realizing he can vie with Eleanor's, a rebellious sense arisen from his ashen depth, and so he left the fountain, never ever to come back.   His rebellious act were destined as it was written in the drifts of time.

    Sapphire, from which happens to cross path in Lotus's unceasing and pitiful journey, caught a blissful radiant dark eyes of him.

    "Remember and condemn me not, young master, for a journey made of obligations must be embarked by I.  Fret not, 'tis a destiny of mine from which I must fulfill.  Fare thee well, kindred."

    And so he fled from Sapphire's pair of marthon eye into a faraway sight, never to be seen again.  But the girl waits patiently, longing for his return.  The blade of grass, waves after waves, never seem to pause.  The wind did not calm, and so the sea of the rushing leaves.  Lotus did not come back.  Now she knows what mother was meant by the rushing sea of leaves, in cost of Lotus's presence.