A long time ago, when Earth was young, Mother Nature and Father Time came together with great power and hope. They created a thorn bush, but this bush only had one thorn. Ironically. However, the bush only lasts for one night every hundred years. Yet what makes this even stranger that it will grow in a different part of the world every time. And once one touches the torn, if chosen, their whole world will change.
One faithful day a girl, whose memory was lost in Past, was running. Since the memory was forgotten, the girl couldn't remember why she had been running. What she had remembered was that she pricked her index finger on a bush that only had one thorn. She had fainted only seconds later.
Once she awoke she found her dress was one of white petals with a sky blue line that wrapped around her waist and traveled down the front to the bottom of the dress. Her hair was golden blonde, like the sun, and it had naturally covered her left eye, and her skin was the color of slightly wet, yellow sand. She also didn't wear any shoes on her soft, small feet.
What truly fascinated her most, however, were her hands. They looked like leaves. They started out pure green at the tips of her fingers, but then faded to the smooth sand-color once the green reached the middle of her palms. When she turned her hands over she found her nails were perfectly painted green, but they weren't painted; they were actually perfectly green.
She looked up. There were iron bars in front of her. There also was a semi-fat guard. He stood stunned and watched wonderingly at this young, beautiful girl that had been imprisoned. It wasn't the dirty scum he had finally been able to capture only hours before. He wondered how she, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his long, lonely life, got in the cell he had thrown that wretched thief in.
It didn't matter anymore to him. So what if the thief vanished? So, who cares? The stuff was returned, wasn't it? After all, it was only a little bit of stale bread. All he wanted at that moment was to have the young, magnificent girl to be freed. She was too innocent to be the horrible thing he caught before, and she didn't belong in this dirty hole of a place.
She looked deeply in his eyes and saw her own. They were blue. It was somewhat hard to tell at first since it was her reflection was in his deep brown eyes, but she could tell her's were bright, faithful, and young. The most beautiful ever known and seen. They were perfect sky blue.
"Where am I?" she asked. Her voice flowed smoothly like a river and was as rich as the richest chocolate. However, the guard didn't respond. "Where am I?" she asked again with a crack in her luxurious voice. She felt like she had spoken for the first time in a thousand years. Yet, the fat, lonely guard just stood there in awe, and would not return her response.
She was starting to get aggravated. This man wasn't talking to her. Then she felt something wrap gently around her hand and up her wrist, which held her in a stable position on the cold, stone floor. It was a bright green vine that had broken through the stone floor just to meet her. It was wrapped gently around her wrist and growing gently up her arm.
"Tulip..." the vine whispered. "You are Tulip!"
"Tulip?" she repeated quietly. She didn't want the guard to hear her. It was bad enough he was right there. Just watching her. She felt like she knew what the name meant, but she just couldn't figure it out. What was it? She thought hard for a moment, but there was no use. There wasn't any reference she had that she could use to identify the strange name she had received. In fact, she didn't have any reference to anything at all.
"Huh?" the guard snapped out of his lulled trance. "Um, you're... uh, free to go. You shouldn't be here... anyway," he said to the lovely young girl, "You're not the wretched thief I caught earlier."
"Thank... you," Tulip wasn't sure how to respond with the guard's strange behavior. It was as if he was scared of her, but she knew he wasn't. Why would he be? She wasn't that intimidating, was she? And besides, what is a thief? She wasn't a thief, was she?