The traitor is dead
"News came slow. But it excited all in the community that spread far and wide.."
Bonny's words were cut down by the ever practical Jess.
"There's not even ten thousand of us in the entire world . Please stick to the news."
Neil raised his glass of ice cold water at Jess. She kept all sane and in the line. Else the people could get dramatic.. his people.
"Start again. " He instructed.
Bonny shook a little. Neil was intimidating and charismatic. He was ferocious too. And evil.
"The traitor who stole the essence of sun flowers is dead." He blurted out.
Neil stopped stirring his water.
"And the essence has been found?" Jess prompted Bonny.
Bonny took a step back for he did not know.
"They said he died suddenly after his wife died. But he did leave a girl, his step daughter. We can get her here."
Neil looked at him long and hard and pointed his towards the door.
Bonny glanced at Jess and exited the room in a hurry as if chased by devils.
Neil's face twisted as he almost broke the glass in his hand. After years of search , the traitor still managed to escape by choosing death.
The step daughter was useless but to soothe the spirits of the sun flowers, he would have to fetch her to teach her a humbling lesson. He looked at the figure of Jess standing strong beside him. He never got adjusted to her presence post her declaration of love to him. It was a nuisance that he had to ignore each day her devoted gestures that arose from a crazy love. But she was super effective unlike the fools who worked for him, like Bonny. So there were days he made an effort of remote affection.
"Jess.. you know you are the best .. right ? The absolute best assistant anyone can have."
As always Jess blushed bright red. Neil nodded and exited the room, closing the door softly.
"Arghh.. " He shouted in his mind as he put the keys into his car and drove towards the house the traitor lived.
"Same city as his! He hid himself and family so well.. " Thoughts crossed his head. In an hour, he was infront of the house. He waved his hands to disperse the thoughts.
"He stole the essence of the sunflowers.. !" The voice flashed before his eyes. It's colour was deep in flashes of red. Yes his mother carried the essence of sunflower who withered when the cold wind blew as the essence was stolen. His thorns started to show against his skin so he calmed his mind.
Then as he took the bend his mind closed down. 'No not her.'
But it was her, the girl who had accepted the prize of the scholarship stood against that worn down house just outside the city periphery. Even during the prize distribution he had felt in her the floral essence , but unknown to him. Today it hit him again but he realised it for what it was. The only one that could apparently tame his blue rose was a blue lotus. Rare, pure, rising from mud towards the sky.
He exited his car and looked at the young girl whom he had decided to leave alone despite being deeply attracted. He had thumped his back as one deed of good. But then he was no true blue rose, he was the black one turned blue by the love of a mother who went away too soon. He would bring her back to take the place of the traitor. And he would enjoy breaking her essence of purity into the blackness that bled from him.
