I who speaks flower

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. — A Tale of Two Cities. -------------------------- 'Strange' is the only word you can describe the town of Cresstop Hill. It's a town where conspiracy is it's number one tourist attraction. Experts and enthusiasts alike reasoned that this small town is on top a ley line, intersecting lines that carry concentrated energy. They weren't wrong neither correct.  The 'ley lines' they call are actually balls of energy where a field or mirage  covers what truly is hidden on that veil. Cresstop Hill hides a supernatural beings that the regular storybook would want you to be either believe and be afraid off. The only town where two different species can live peacefully and even create a family if they wish. However, no town is free of its own hidden darkness. In the outer areas of the town, a shabby house that looks worn down by weather and age is where a child is being reprimanded of her abilities.  "It's because you can't even use it properly to earn us enough money!" A mother shouted. A girl no older than 6 is drove in the corner, staying fearing that her mom would hit her if she uttered one word to make her calm but would only have the opposite effect.  "IT'S YOUR FAULT YOUR FATHER WOULDN"T EVEN COME BACK!" the mother threw a chair and breaking it to splinters even damaging the window.  The young girl knew if she say anything, move a muscle or whimper. She would be the next object that her mother will throw against the wall. Which was never new, mysteriously if she broke a bone she just need to feel the earth around her and the broken bones with mend by itself, however bruises would still be visible.  The child hates it. She can't even show it to her teachers if she wanted to. She was smart. Aware of all the things that her mother did to her or her surrounding were wrong, thanks to the flowers. If weren't for them, she would have looked like an i***t, a crying wreck.  Weak. Melantha was too mature for her age and that irritates her mother so much. Especially when she stays quiet with those eyes she hates the most. Eyes that reminds the mother of the past. Clever enough to actually escape, but she is stuck with her. Stuck in the whole they call home that both mother and child waited for the father that said he will return. "It's your fault. Why..." the mother slowly slumped against the door to block Melantha from escaping. Which the father told the mother to let her go whatever happens, because she was the key.  "Why did you have to tell him that you spoke to them" the mother said clearly disoriented. "Why did you have tell him that you can talk to those nasty creatures!!!" she shouted towards Melantha who flinched when the shoe that her mother threw almost hit her in the head.  Melantha knows she was no ordinary child even her parents aren't normal humans.  'but you look like them because you were born different, unlike your current caretakers they had to conceal their faults'   She remembered how she ask a question whether the flowers speaks to them as well and what was it with appearances. That happened 5 months ago. And now the only contact they with her father was the small amount of money they receive supposedly for Melantha's education that went to bottles and bottles of beer.  Good thing the flower creatures know where to get food for Melantha or she would have looked gaunt and sickly for a child her age. She might not even live long if weren't for them.  'take care of her, I will be back' is what Melantha remembered hearing from him towards her mother. Yet in their current situation she can only fend for herself.  Seeing her mother passed out in front of the door. she couldn't go there. So she went to her small room and grab her bag and wearing whatever she wore yesterday crawled underneath her bed there she has a tiny space she can squeeze in her skinny body through. This wasn't possible if weren't for the flowers.  Melantha with her disheveled brown hair covering her face walked towards school which was 15 minutes away from her home. If she walked the normal way. stramgely she would reached school in less than 10 minutes thanks to the creatures that were helping her go through the woods. If anyone from the outside seen a child with her age, was almost floating and moving fast alone in the woods, people would have thought grab her sold her to some freak circus.  However, this town won't have those, the Hill was already strange enough for people to believe that you'll get cursed if you touched anything that linger in the town or the woods more specifically. But curses happen and they were casted upon the townspeople themselves. A town full of enigma. Upon reaching the school grounds she went straight to the flower bed that is close to the playground and she greeted the flowers there. Since children are still playing in the playground before bell rings a few mean kids appeared behind her while Melantha was having a conversation. When the flower creature hissed and hid under the ground she knew what was about to happen. A boy older than her by a year a bigger. Grabbed her bag and pulled her to stand up. This also caused her to be separated from her only possession. "Hey aren't you talking to the dirt again? Are you asking foo from the ground? you know if you were nice enough we can give you free food. but only if you eat this first" One of the mean kids said and revealed a cup full of dirt and live earthworms.  'He is not worth anything.' Melantha thought  Unknown to others she has this urge to harm others but she tries to stay still. Based on what went through it was more wise to stay quiet. She turned to look at the boy who was holding her bag. "Give it back" she said in a quiet voice stretching her tiny arms and staying still.  "Why does it have money in it?" The kid who has holding her bag said and sneered at her. He started to rummage inside her her bag and throw all little things he found to ground.  Melantha owned nothing expect the few things she received before her dad ran away. She saw all the small privileges left from her father. were scattered on the ground.   "It's full trash!" said the bigger one and throw away her bag. "what do you expect from a girl who eats worms" the smaller one said. And like a bulb lighting over the boy's face. He picked up the bag from the ground and dumped all the contents from the cup he holding.  "Here you said to give back your bag." he gave the bag to Melantha and pushed her to the ground causing for Melantha to fall on her butt. The bullies laughed at her. And then the bell rang.  The two boys ran toward the school entrance went inside along with the other kids.  Melantha waited for every kid to enter before she stood up and emptied her now soiled bag.  'Mom would be angry' she thought. She remembered what the kids did to her and suddenly a dark thought slowly crept to her. She wanted them to 'eat' what they threw on the ground. And never be satisfied with anything other than soil. Just like the worms that she is observing slowly crawling underneath the soil.  Before she could have 'wished for something terrible to happen to the boys, a girl similar to her age appeared in front of her and started helping her to fix her stuff.  "Thank you" she shyly looked at the own who helped her. She wore a white dress hanging towards to her knees a contrast to Melantha who was wearing baggy old dirty shirt from her father who disappeared. She was smiling kindly to her gave her a sense of calm. Something she forgot how it feels like.  It was obvious she was from another class of family. Unlike what she felt from the other kids her age, she felt relief from the child in front of her. When her brown eyes met the girls blue-green ones she knew that this girl was similar to her.  She was obviously someone's rich elegant daughter. While she was just a drunkards source of anger relief.  "Hi, I'm Mary. Nice to meet you Melantha!" She introduced herself and curtsied. This was strange but Melantha greeted her the same way. Wondering also at the same time if they ever met before or talked.  From that day onwards they were inseparable in school and the other kids find it weird. This would often cause them to be targets but after the first incident where Mary fought of the bullies. No one ever messed with them. Mary acted as her protector. At least at school no one will bother.  "Can I call you Lana?" Mary asked after the fight. "you're name is to long"  Melantha thought about it and like the idea about having someone to call her in a nickname.  "sure" she said smiling at her friend. "um...." Melantha tried to speak. "yes, Lana?" Mary inquired her friend.  "how old are you?" she asked while looking at her friend's soiled hands evidence of what left from Mary relentlessly force feeding Lana's bullies with earthworms.  "I'm 7" Mary answered.                                                                                 ******* After a year, Melantha is now 7 and Mary was about to turn 9. They were attending the same school at the same grade level, Lana who was younger showed higher IQ than the usual people her age. Despite this they to each other like glue. Even Mary's parents was giving her lunch and some extra clothes.   However, this attention was never a positive look on her mother's perspective.   One night, Lana was woken up by the flowers whispering it was too loud to be whisper but too incomprehensible to make out the words they were trying to say. Lana was thirsty when she woke, she got up from bed and tried to open the door of her bedroom, however it won't open. That's when she heard her mother's voice at the other side.  "You are not going outside anymore little dark flower, those Gladwells are poisoning my relationship to you as they try to steal you away from me. You are my only vitality."  her mother said in crazed tone.  "Mom can i have some water?" she tried to speak but strangely her throat was too dry. Lana tried to knock on the door and begged but nothing came out of it. Lana then started to feel different, it was worsening since the flower creatures are screaming at the top of their voice clearly they won't be able to quench her thirst. A loud crash sounded through the door.  and she knew her mom was having gone of her fits. Lana could have stayed quiet bet she kept knocking her door begging for her mother to open it and give her at least a glass of water. Her throat felt scratchy and dried up. It felt like sandpaper was rubbing inside her and she badly needs something to moisten it.  Then suddenly Lana can't think straight anymore, it was too much to handle for a child her age. all the crashing and screeching. The itch on her throat started to disappear when she thought of something that would stop everything. "I wish.. " she slowly whispered into the air everything became silent.  "I wish the woman outside would just stay quiet forever"  With the silence, surrounding her she lifted her hand that she didn't noticed was bloodied because of her constant pounding. And drew an image on the floor unconsciously. when everything was finished she stood up from where she was and went to bed.  'It's peaceful' she thought and went back to sleep. The following morning she was woken up by an older version of Lana but with auburn hair and skin similar to ivory. "Hey, Lana I'm Heather, Mary's mother." she said with a slight bow.  "was it habit of your family to bow towards others when they first meet?" She asked while stretching her arms. Lana then noticed her hands were healed. Confused she tried to blink once and twice but they weren't wounded. "Melantha..." Heather called for her, somehow it sounded to Lana that she was being regarded with high respect however she was still confused about what happening.  "I can call you Lana, yes?" she asked her. Lana in turn nodded. Heather smiled at Lana and reached for her hands and held them with care. Lana felt something was lifting from her body but she couldn't tell what.  "Lana from now on you will be staying with us. Will that be okay?"  Lana was clearly excited by this but she remembered her mother.  "Mother would never like it" she said while lowering her head. "Oh, but she gave her permission to us earlier." Heather said. "...really?" Lana looked at her in the eyes. the same color she shares with Mary.  "Yes, dear. You can start living with us and Mary" Heather smiled reassuringly towards Lana. Lana knew she could trust her, the flowers said so.  "Okay..." she said slowly smiling with the idea she will be with Mary.   Heather then hugged Lana at her answer.  Just then someone knocked on Lana's door. A man that somewhat looked liked Mary appeared at her door.  "John Gladwell says hello to the dark flower" The Tall man with clear shaven head bowed to her in the same manner as Heather and Mary, a hand to their heart and bowed their heads low.  'why do they keep on doing that?'  Lana thought tilting her head to the left.  But greeted the new stranger at her door in the same manner. Whilst doing this, the couple hid their discomfort of how Lana was bowing to them.  Suddenly someone pooped their head at the side of man.  "Lana!" Mary Gladwell then pushed her way towards her friend and asked "Did they tell you?"  her eyes clearly show how she waited for this moment to happen. "yes.." Lana replied. "and you are okay with it?" Mary moved closer to her and grabbed her hands.  "Y...yes I did"  "Great!" Lana said with too much enthusiasm and went down the bed pulling Lana with her until they were outside the house. "W...wait Mary, my things..." Lana looked back at her room and it was empty.  "You're mother packed them for you. while she gave us permission to be your guardian." Heather said.  "They are already in the car Lana so don't worry." John reassured Lana.  before Lana could answer Mary was already pulling Lana towards the car. with her belongings. The couple looked at the children who were now inside the car with Mary distracting Lana with books they wanted to give to her. "We can't tell her what happened to Cecilia." Heather said. "She'll find out soon enough Heather. But for now let us worry how the council won't find her." John said to his wife. "We promised them that we are going to protect and teach Lana all what we know"  "Yes, we did."  "How strong is this child?" Heather looked at the direction where Cecilia was sitting.  "I don't know, dear. but with the state that happened to her, the child clearly lost too much control." John inspected the disfigured body of Cecilia.  Mouth grotesquely sewn with vines, with her mouth filled with soil. The manner she was in she trying to pull empty out the dirt was filling Cecilia's mouth.  "Dried to the bone." heather whispered. "How could she lost control suddenly? Mary said she perfectly fine." distressed over what happened towards who used to be their comrade. "I also don't know. But before the council finds out that the child lived, we need to burn her." John said while wearing leather gloves with insignia on the top embossed in silver.  "Create the circle fast, my love"  "Of course," she glanced one more time to Cecilia's poor state before grabbing a handful of ashes from a pouch and started tracing a sigil that was meant to summon.                                                                                              *****