Флора

The icy hand of Mother Winter clung to the Esperia and all the lands were covered with a thick layer of ice, which destroyed many plants and animals.Sheep and cows froze right in the fields, and people began to burn with the hearth.Food reserves were running out and even seeds were allowed for food, which still will not dare to break into such a cold.Only one single escape was not afraid of frost.As if inspired by his courage, other green sprouts appeared around a stubborn tree.Flora was born just from such a surge of green energy.Where she stepped, life began to beat with a key.Despite her power, Flora was overcome by doubts. Celesters are incredibly talented creatures and they often lack delicacy.Flora looked with trepidation at how her associates performed the acts, which she could only dream of.She really could do something that none of the mortals dreamed, but in comparison with other celestials, she seemed to be a weak, like a gentle flower under gusts of cruel wind. Wanting to equal her brothers, she began to repeat everything behind them in the hope of revealing the secret of their greatness.In horror, she watched at atalia destroyed the hordes of demons with purified fire.Such cruelty was too unbearable for her and Flora escaped.She found Ansiel, a artisan who created a magnificent artifacts.However, even his patience was not so unlimited when many devices fell apart in the inexperienced hands of the flora.She fell into despair, not knowing whether she would ever be able to become a full-fledged living being. For a while she suffered alone.Her companions were only two small birds that were relentlessly followed by her. “So this is my fate?Be a gardener? "The birds shook her in response: "You will become a wonderful gardener!"“Yes, yes, as soon as the Garden of Gifts will need help” “But, after all, of course ...” “This will not happen.” Somehow Flora was in the same village.The war took the majority of its strongest inhabitants and fields in the district completely overgrown with weeds.Those who stayed sat in the depressed of destroyed houses, weakened with hunger.The blacksmith was silent, the verse is the ringing of a hammers, beating on steel.Bulls and horses went to more green pastures.Locals fell so much in despair and apathy that when the puff of smoke soared over one house, no one noticed this.Meanwhile, the child’s crying was heard from the house.Without hesitation, Flora raised her hand and her chatty birds suddenly fell silent. The instant of the eye gathered shagged clouds and rain spilled onto the dried earth.The fire in the house went out and the life of the child was saved.Where drops of rain fell in the fields, green shoots rushed to the sky.The trees gained fruits in a matter of seconds.The rain flowed into thin streams on the faces of the villagers facing the sky, and it seemed that they were younger before our eyes.They got to their feet and smiled at each other for the first time in many years. Flora found her calling: she will give life to the world, which rushes headlong to death.