The Book Of Flowers

Prologue

It's been a long time…

Long time, since this story was written

I don't remember how long it's been since then. My memory is a little disturbed after the few thousand years I have lived

Old stories. When humans were still close to magic and mystical creatures

Living side by side, laughing together, even quarreling with each other. All the humans with forgotten creatures that went through together in the past is an incredible story for me

Likes Love, Sadness, Meeting, Loss, War, Peace, Love, Hatred. All the stories I write and see with my own eyes have such colorful emotions. All those stories are amazing stories

But over time, the story will be told by me, then some of the contents and the truth will be changed, and in the end, the story will be forgotten

The missing stories. There are thousands, maybe millions. Lost at the bottom of a sea of memories where no one wants to try to see and know the contents

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My memory is weakening

I try to remember everything I've been through, everything that's been in those stories. But there is no picture I remember

I only remember how I felt when I went through all of that. Tension, sadness, Joy and anger. Everything I've ever felt, but not a single image of that memory has crossed my mind

I need my book at a time like this. A thick book filled with hundreds, maybe thousands of stories that I wrote myself. Hundreds and thousands of stories of life have been extinguished before my own eyes

But the book is ruined by age. Much of his writing has faded especially in important parts of his story, and many pages have self-destructed with age

It is only natural, because the book is thousands of years old. It should have been time for the book to crumble into dust, but it has remained steadfast until now. Steady, just like me all this time

And therefore, before my notebook is completely destroyed, I should be able to remember all of those stories. I'll rewrite them all in separate books

I don't care if my hands will go numb after this. Those memories are more important than anything in my life. Those memories are what helped me to always live my life all this time

And when I took my pen, a memory fell on my head. Memories of the first reason I wrote these stories. The memory of the story I always kept in my heart

And while the memory was still lingering in my head, I began to etch pen ink on the first page of the book

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The story of a king, a fairy and a murderer. That elf was me, and the other two people were special people to me

There is no more appropriate word to describe them than the word 'extraordinary'. The two people who had made my life complete back then. The two people who were able to change the entire world in those days

Meet, fight, befriend, fight together, live together and...

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L'm... I really want to say we died together. But...

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Putting that aside, I had to go back thousands of years since I came out of the forest of the fairies for the first time. This story was written 20 years after I came out for the first time

I always dream of going around this world and looking for new things. But, the pay is that I have to leave my hometown, where I grew up since childhood

All my friends forbid me to go out of the fairy forest, especially my parents. But because of my stubborn nature and always determined, in the end they gave up and let me go

They then prayed all day to the great tree, the tree that was the source of the prosperous lives of the fairies, for my salvation alone. My friends, the higher-ups, my brothers and my parents. They all sat on their knees while continuing to recite prayers from their mouths

I was prepared and excited to go to the outside world at that time. All my daily supplies including clothes and food were prepared the earliest. My family even gave me things to sell in case I needed money

And when we got to the forest exit, my father told me

"Don't get too close to people. And don't hurt them"

I smiled and to allay my parents' concerns, I made an oath, in which I would not hurt a human being as long as I roamed, unless they threatened my life

They then smiled with relief, although I was sure their faces also showed sadness at my departure

I waved my hand at them from a distance and moved out through the leaves covering the forest. They all just sit back and pray for the best for me

What happened in the future I do not regret at all. Through the hard times of being bullied, I met someone who changed that

I even ignored the words of my parents not to get too close to humans and make good friends with that person. And when I thought it was enough, a second person came along and added to my happiness

I can't imagine the things we've been through that could happen to us. After many years of good friends, we always face problems that always threaten our existence, events that complicate our lives, and enemies who want our death. Everything we went through until we managed to get the highest place, and also the best place for both of them

Verdea, Veskal, and I. 2 humans and 1 one fairy. 3 strange people who are united because of destiny. 3 people who are always a shield for each other, and each other, no matter what circumstances the three of us face

We were always together, until death at last picked them both up. Seeing their cooling bodies, and my body not aging at all, I finally understood why my parents warned me not to be close to humans

No matter how close we are, no matter how many obstacles we face, no matter how much we get, it will all end in their death

They are not immortal like us. They have a much shorter life than we do. Their lives are accompanied only by death waiting for the right moment to take their lives

But, even if death picks them up, I have no regrets at all. I've witnessed their incredible lives. They have lived to the highest stage of their lives. Their satisfaction was enough to satisfy me, even though I could no longer be with them

Just like my notebook, humans live only temporarily. There are times when they should rest. They would be in a better place, without any more pain, unlike when they were in this world

I always thought about following them and letting myself die. I could actually die at any time. There are many stories I want to tell in this world. Amazing stories, about my friends from time to time. Stories that only I can sustain

And this book will be the first story I tell the world

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Ah... The human stories are incredible. I was so grateful that I stepped out of the fairy forest to wander that day