The illuminating sunlight lit the forest with some brilliant lines of red colours tinged with orange twilights, amalgamating some segments of it with scarlets. Multiple birds flew across the horizons carefreely, and deep into the wild unknowns, and into the dangers or goodness that the rest of the day might bestow upon all.
Seeing those birds made Flower wished that she had wings, and perhaps if she does, then these tiresome pilgrimage burdens would lessen. But she knew better than to start wishing and wasting her precious time on things that will never happen. She wasn't a child who believed in fairies.
The sun was starting to move more closer to the west. Which means dusk was coming in fast, and would soon momentarily approach, it also meant that it was evening already and nightfalls was near.
Flower had seemingly underestimated the road leading to the mysterious hill. Basically gazing at the rough, scanty and zigzag pattern road from miles away, a normal person would have assumed it as a piece of cake, likewise Flower. One would have been prompt in assuming that treading such a silly batch of unstable road would be easy, but presently, Flower's eyes had deceived her, made a fool out of her and lied to her when it had once indicated to Flower that she would arrive at the snowy mysterious hill by evening.
These pilgrimage is actually more easier said than done. Compared to her assumptions, these road were just simply too elongated and far from the hill she was advancing forth. Flower had already stressed herself physically, mentally and emotionally.
Glancing further at the remaining route to tread before reaching the mysterious hill made her weak in the knees. She aimed her palms in front of her forehead as if to protect her face from the dazzling sun and enhance better view of where she was going, Flower inspected the remaining route.
She suddenly halted and sighed.
Claiming a slightly bending position. She panted profusely. Obviously, she was undefinably fatigued, she situated both her hands atop her knee. Facing downwards as she continued panting.
"Oh gosh!"
"I'm unfathomably fatigued," she muttered.
From the time Flower had started walking her way through the wilderness, after coming across those wintergreen berries back then, she hadn't stopped walking, or stopped to catch her breaths, or even stopped to rest her hurting knees. She was determined to mount that hill today, but then she could only do so much with her thin short legs. This was the first time Flower was stopping for a quick rest in hours.
If Flower hadn't came across those wintergreen berries this afternoon, heaven knows that she wouldn't have been able to journey this far, talkless of having the mouth to complain like so. To her, it really seems like the universe were finally showcasing impartiality towards her. Whenever she thought back to the wintergreens berries in her satchel, then she would feel a warm sensation spreading into her heart, knowing that she wouldn't have to starve this night, a slight smile would then manifest her face.
Unclaiming the position she had claimed beforehand. Flower swiftly overwhelmed her mouth with the container she had been carrying all along, then she gulped down some fresh, divine liquids. She consumed the waters to her satisfaction, akin to a drunkards style of drinking. Then afterwards, she brought down the liquid container and away from her mouth, seemingly contented by the amount she had managed to acquaint in her belly.
Flower heaved a thorough sigh.
Her eyes were filled with longings. Acting fine was just a way of encouraging herself, and positioning herself in a comfortable place with her body, mind and soul. Since she had no shoulders to cry on, she had null reasons to overwhelm herself with abundant sorrows. Although it was impossible to hide the anguish she was presently going through forever, but at least it was possible for a short period of time. As it is, one tends to act weak when they have a shoulder to cry on, and someone to share there burdens with. Nevertheless, these wasn't the case for Flower. She had no shoulders to cry on, thus, she had to stand strong.
Earlier Flower had came across solid ground, thus, the act of packing snow and shoving them aside with her hands had now been naturally ended by nature, and due to the beauteous dazzling sunlight that had dissolved almost half of the snows. Earlier, when Flower had found out about the solid ground, she was utterly overjoyed, that she almost felt like dancing in the snow. These was part of the reasons why she was able to come this far, however, still yet, far wasn't still enough for Flower to have been able arrive at the mysterious hill quickly.
She had met with solid ground because, she was presently climbing up the hill, and the roads which are very close to hillsides are always high and solid, so it had less snow rate compared to the bare ground.
Flower pouted. She wanted to complain so much, and now, she presently couldn't. Besides, what is the essence of complaining when you have no one to listen to it, that would just turn out to be a waste of rantings and ramblings. This complaining stuff, made Flower reminisced back to her behavior towards Anthony back at his mansion.
Flower began walking farther away. And as she did that, multiple thoughts flew into her already heavy mind. Although she dreaded being held as an hostage and never wanted that live for herself.
However, now Flower realized that she had never told him 'thank you for saving my life' and instead, on the first day of their meeting, she had landed him an hard kick on his groins.
Reminiscing back to that point in time Flower smiled meekly. She had actually never done such before, but she had been thought how to do such during karate classes. Indeed it was such an odd and unwonted way for a Flower and a werewolf to meet and to end the discussion that day.
Flower knew that surely a monster wouldn't save a life of an human being, Anthony was damn straight a nice and well distinguished man. He had already done so many sweet things for Flower, namely, ordering expensive products that was enough to start a whole new fancy boutique just for her own comforts. He had ordered Regina to prepare Flower's favorite meal all the time and had even properly buried the bodies of Flower's dead colleagues, and so on.
Flower knew that if a villain was to be pointed out amidst the both of them, then she would be the one to be considered the villain, moreover, she hadn't shown any appreciation and gratitude toward charming Anthony. The only thing she had ever shown him was great hatred and hostility.
All these thoughts were implicated by Flower's current situation. Now that she was in a tough, unpleasant situation, she was now presently exhibiting acknowledgements towards every good things that Anthony had done for her. Truly, meeting one's self in an unfavorable situation can really enhance one in seeing the light. She owed Anthony her life, and even Flower knew that her life does not belong to her, it only belonged to Anthony, as it is, he was the one who saved her from the clutches of death, healed her wounds and took care of her. She owed him everything. Flower knew all these, yet, she still didn't want to give in to that feeling, because it would make her feel weak. And she felt a little bad about all this. Especially knowing that she was the villain.
Flower knew truly that if Anthony wanted, and if truly he loves her like he always claimed that he does, then, for sure, he would have definitely resulted into taking advantage of her by force. And besides, compared to a normal man, he was a capable werewolf who was accurately strong, and could literally overpower her if actually he really wanted to.
But this gentleman hadn't done all these, he barely even comes to her room unless needed, meaning, Anthony was a decent and perfectly distinguish gentleman.
All those things he often say were just bluffs and jokes, however Flower found it extremely hard to decipher it, if truly they were all bluffs, moreover, most of the time Anthony's charming face often possess zero expressions and emotions. And Flower couldn't read minds, so she couldn't really tell if he was being serious or elsewise.
In spite of all that, Flower still knew that Anthony whom she always made reference to as a good-for-nothing scoundrel of a werewolf was a good man. Even if one was to percept Anthony at first, one would be prompt in assuming that he was too attractive, breathtaking and innocent to be a bad man.
Flower sighed, 'I said thank you or I didn't say thank you, all that doesn't matter anymore. It's all in the past now. I should focus on the present now.'
Acting as though she hadn't just been thinking about charming Anthony, Flower tried to erase his appearance away from her mind, and determinedly applied more vehemency pressure to her feets.
Flower was presently treading east. All along, Flower hadn't planned on travelling east at first. But then she found out that travelling to the vast abode of the eastern province was the easiest route to tail because it didn't harbour much bushes, and plus it led away from Anthony's mansion.
Not that she couldn't scurry west or even south, however, she had no time to be picky, so she hastily chose the route that harboured less bushes and less high hills, and that was also in almost straight lines, although some part of it were still acquittance to a zigzag style. However, it was still manageable than going west or south which harboured abundant bushes and hard to mount high hills. Going north was already out of the sentence at the beginning because, going north would mean going back to Anthony's mansion, since it was located in the northern area.
Flower in actuality was mounting up the hill, she was mounting it, so that, when she gets atop it then she would be able to see what lays beneath it mysteriousness, and then perhaps by tomorrow she would be able to climb it down, either by rolling or by sliding down it casually, but one thing was for sure, which is, she would definitely not be comfortable with any methods she used.
"I'm so so so tired!" she stress the words out of her mouth sluggishly.
"Argh!" she grunted. Squinting her eyebrows. She panted profusely like a dog that had just ran to catch a ball that was thrown very faraway from him or her, whilst playing fetch with its owner.
Flower perpetuate panting with profusion. She sensed that truly she was tired, she had already outdone herself today by walking for such a long time in discomfort. She knew that the body would soon demand for rest, but on the contrary, there was still the promise she had made to herself that she was going to mount the top of the hill finish, today.
So therefore, Flower couldn't give in to her body demands yet. She had to fulfill the promise which she had made to herself. So yes, Flower wasn't going to halt. Knowing that she was fatigued, but still needed to resume walking.
From a nearby tree, Flower broke down a long stick. She broke it down with all the last strength she had in herself. When that was done, Flower clenched the stick with one hand, and like an old woman who was in her eighties and can't walk effectively on her own, Flower supported herself with the stick and used them to walk. Resting almost half of her body weight on the stick, she walked groggily and haggardly towards the mysterious hill.
The only thing favourable about this pilgrimage for Flower was that, not much heat and wild animals had been encountered, just like Anthony had allegedly said. In that way, she wasn't drenched in sweat and disturbed by excessive sunlight penetrating her skin and she didn't have to get scared of wild animals.
From another point of view, every weather conditions had it own advantage and disadvantage, so praising one weather condition and cursing another weather condition was utterly unacceptable. Everything has it good sides and bad sides. And it's a good thing to be able to tell about something's good sides or bad sides quickly, so that one can use it to their advantage, or if possible avoid it.