A garden of flowers ablaze, a beauty that never sees light, it will wither like a flower and remerge as something with a beautiful appearance yet one with a twisted heart filled with countless thorns.
That is me, Cherry ThorneHeart a girl with Pink hair and red eyes wearing a dress of cherry and lilac, the princess of the ******* Kingdom and one of the most strongest people in my world…
But why am i in this pure white space and expanse, it's strange…i remember a time where i was just…nothing.
"That's because you were, i just created you"
"Eeep?!" I jumped back at the intrusion, there was a young man with White hair and red eyes looking at me blankly.
"Wait what do you mean?!!" I suddenly remembered what he said forgetting the original jump scare.
The person looked at me for a moment…and then the once white surroundings where surrounded by a field of flowrs and in the middle of it was a huge house. "I said, i created you, also i am giving you this world since you are my first creation"
"…You, wait so am i real or not?!" I asked with panic in my voice.
My creator blankly looked at me. "In a world filled ruins of ancient civilization, a flower blooms thinking it is real,thinking it is beautiful when in reality it is merely a hallucination, the flower withered, still clinging on to false hope, what do you think it means"
I stood there as the weight of his words pressed against the very constraints of my soul, what did he mean by that? am i fake? am i real?.
So i did the most perfectly reasonable thing, i drop kicked him.
as he staggered back, rubbing his chest where I had made contact. His face twisted slightly in surprise, then broke into a small, amused smile.
"Well, that was certainly… unexpected," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of laughter.
I huffed. "Yeah whatever, also i am going to ignore that shitty comment about me being fake"
I could see his eyes twitch which filled me with a sense of accomplishment. "Yeah…your personality definitely does not fit your character…well as expected, now i have made this into a povket dimension for you and i will be sending you back to your world, i will occasionally drop by to give you some clues on the updates i'll make"
I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms. "Updates? What kind of updates are we talking about here? Am I supposed to just sit around while you play god with my life?"
The man, my creator, sighed. "It's not as dramatic as you're making it sound. Think of it more like… guiding you. You are, after all, my first creation, my experiment. I want to see what you'll become, how you adapt, how you evolve."
I frowned, my heart heavy with unease. "Experiment? You made me, and now you're treating me like some kind of test subject?"
He tilted his head, his red eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "I wouldn't call it a test subject. But you were born from nothing, a mere idea given form. I want to see how you turn out, how you react to the world I've created. You're a blank slate… but not anymore."
I wanted to argue more, but I couldn't find the words. Everything felt so surreal, so overwhelming. Was I just a tool for his amusement? Or was I something more?
His eyes softened, almost as if he could sense my internal turmoil. "Look, I know this is a lot to process. But I want you to be free. The world I created for you… it's yours. Just… don't waste it. It's a beautiful, twisted place. You'll figure it out. As for whether you're real or not… maybe it's less about what's real and more about what you make real."
I stood there, silent, my mind racing. He had created this world, and now I was supposed to navigate it, knowing it was all just a creation of his will. And yet… there was something undeniable in my chest. A sense of purpose, a sense of self, that couldn't simply be erased. "Sure but what is your name before you send me off"
He then smiled. "Call me Ender_Child"
"Ender_Child?" I repeated, the name unfamiliar yet oddly fitting in the bizarre context. It rolled off my tongue like it belonged, though I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was standing in the middle of some strange dream.
He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yes. That's what I go by. It's not my real name, but it's the name I chose for myself after creating this world… and you. You may find it strange, but it's the closest thing to an identity I can claim."
"Right…" I murmured, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling inside me. "So, you're telling me that everything around me, all this… this garden and house… it's all yours? My life, my world, my very existence—it's all just some grand experiment to you?"
Ender_Child's gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his voice more gentle than before. "Not an experiment, Cherry. More like a… story. A journey. You may not understand now, but one day you will. And who knows? Maybe you'll decide to rewrite your own story."
I felt a shiver run down my spine, the weight of his words heavy in the air. There was so much I didn't understand, so much I couldn't grasp. And yet, there was something in his presence, in the way he spoke, that made me feel like I was being watched—like the future of my very existence hung in a delicate balance.
He gestured toward the field of flowers, where the sky above began to shift, the colors changing from pale white to a dark, swirling purple. "Your world is waiting, Cherry. I've given you everything you need to begin your journey. But remember, it's yours to shape, not mine."
I looked out over the flowers, each one blooming and wilting in a mesmerizing dance of color and shadow. It felt surreal, almost like a dream I could never wake up from. "And if I fail?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ender_Child smiled faintly, his red eyes gleaming. "Failure is just another step in the journey. The question is not whether you'll fail, but whether you'll get back up each time. That's what will define you, Cherry. Not your beginnings, not your end. But the path you choose to walk."
With those final words, the world around me began to blur, the edges of reality bending and warping. The flowers faded into the distance, and the vast house grew smaller, fading into the shadows. My body felt weightless, like I was being pulled through space, yet I couldn't move a muscle.
"Good luck," Ender_Child's voice echoed, distant now, as though I were already being pulled away.
And then, darkness.
I blinked.
The silence was suffocating, a thick, oppressive void pressing down on me from all sides. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the cold touch of the ground beneath me. When my eyes adjusted, I found myself standing in the middle of a dense, eerie forest, its trees looming tall and twisted, the air thick with an unsettling silence.
I was back.
Ah i remember now, i am the so called princess of the Kingdom of Flowers.
The only person alive in this dead kingdom. The Quenn of Thorns who made a flower for all her dead subjects.
Unknowingly, tears started falling from my eyes as I knelt on the cold, damp earth, feeling the weight of my existence crash down on me. The weight of being the last one left, the last thread of life in a kingdom that had long since withered. The flowers surrounding me were beautiful, yet lifeless, much like me. Their petals were colored with vivid reds and purples, but they were empty, their beauty a hollow echo of the past.
The air around me was heavy with an unbearable silence, the kind that only comes from places forgotten by time. My heart ached with a longing I couldn't explain. A longing for something I didn't know—perhaps for the lives that once filled this kingdom, or perhaps for something more… something beyond what I had been created to be.
I stood slowly, wiping the tears from my face, my hand shaking. "Ender_Child…" I whispered, the name like a bitter taste on my tongue. He had given me this world, but I felt like a prisoner in it. He said it was mine to shape, but how could I shape something when everything around me was already lost? How could I make my own destiny when the story I was born into was already written?
But then, in the stillness, something caught my eye. A single flower, its petals a soft cherry red, stood alone in the middle of the field. It was different from the others. It seemed to pulse with life, the faintest glow surrounding it. A flower that didn't belong in this place of decay.
I stood up and went towards it, i bent down and brushed it, The flower moved as if alive, it was filled with vitality, it was filled with innocence.
The flower was then blown by the wind and all its petals scattered turning into a storm of petals that have life to the almost lifeless flowers.
"Yes they are no longer in the walking world, but this kingdom is the heaven you built for them where souls turn back into nothing in this world, you have done your role well, now it's time for you to have some fun, go out and explore this lawless world, find friends and live as you want Cherry, also i got you some clothes and Panties back in your pocket world~"
I clenched my fists, my face heating up in embarrassment and rage as Ender_Child's infuriating voice echoed in my head. Panties?! Of all the things he could've said in this solemn, emotional moment, that was what he chose to leave me with?
"Ender_Child, you absolute menace!" I screamed into the vast expanse of my dead kingdom, my voice echoing back at me, carried away by the soft breeze.
But despite my indignation, there was an undeniable warmth in my chest—a spark of hope ignited by that fleeting storm of petals. The flowers surrounding me, once lifeless and hollow, now seemed to hum with a faint presence, as if the souls of my people were watching, listening, waiting.
I took a deep breath, allowing the crisp air to fill my lungs. The cold heaviness of despair was still there, clinging to my bones like frost, but it was softer now, less suffocating.
"Alright…" I whispered to myself, brushing stray strands of pink hair from my face. "Explore the world, huh? Fine. But I'm doing it my way."
The sky above me began to shift again, a gentle gradient of twilight purples and deep reds casting an ethereal glow over the land. The forest ahead looked dark and foreboding, yet strangely inviting, like it was holding secrets just waiting to be uncovered.
Before stepping forward, I closed my eyes and summoned the image of my "pocket dimension," the place Ender_Child had gifted me. I reached into the air and pulled—a ripple formed, like the surface of water disturbed by a single fingertip. Out of it tumbled a neatly folded outfit, resting gently in my hands.
A cherry and lilac ensemble, similar to my current dress, but more suited for travel. Sturdy boots, a capelet embroidered with thorn-like patterns, and… okay, yes, some underwear neatly folded on top.
My cheeks flushed again. "I will never forgive him for this."
After a quick outfit change (and an aggressive bout of muttering curses directed at Ender_Child), I stood at the edge of the forest. The breeze carried the faint scent of something sweet—honey? No, something floral, yet sharp, like citrus.
I hesitated.
"Cherry ThorneHeart, Princess of the Kingdom of Flowers, Queen of Thorns…" I whispered my title to myself, tasting the weight of each word. "No, not just that anymore. I'm more than just a princess trapped in a dead kingdom."
I took my first step forward, the sound of twigs snapping beneath my boots sharp and clear in the still air.
For a moment, the silence of the forest was deafening. Then… a sound.
A faint tinkling noise, like glass chimes in the wind.
I froze, my crimson eyes narrowing as I scanned the twisted, shadowed trees around me.
From the corner of my eye, a flicker of movement—a small glow, like a firefly, flitted between the branches. Then another. And another.
Curiosity outweighed caution, and I followed the lights deeper into the woods.
The forest seemed to grow darker, the canopy overhead thick and tangled, blocking out the sky. Yet, those little lights continued to dance ahead of me, beckoning me onward.
When I finally pushed past a curtain of thorny vines, I stepped into a clearing illuminated by hundreds—no, thousands—of those glowing lights. They weren't fireflies. They were flowers. Tiny, delicate flowers growing from the trunks of trees, from the cracks in stones, even blooming in mid-air as if held up by invisible threads.
In the center of the clearing stood a stone pedestal, ancient and worn, covered in faint etchings.
And on top of it lay a single object—a sword.
Its blade was slender, dark as midnight with faint crimson veins running along its length. Its hilt was wrapped in lilac fabric, and a single cherry blossom charm dangled from the pommel
As if drawn by some invisible force, I stepped closer and reached out.
The moment my fingers brushed the hilt, a voice—no, a whisper—echoed in my mind.
"ThorneHeart… bearer of sorrow, harbinger of bloom. Will you carry me?"
I hesitated, my heart pounding. Was this another test from Ender_Child? Another piece of his twisted narrative?
But no… this felt different. It felt right.
With a determined breath, I wrapped my fingers around the hilt and lifted the sword from its resting place.
The flowers in the clearing glowed brighter, and for a brief moment, the forest seemed to breathe.
The sword pulsed in my hand, light seeping from its veins and spiraling up my arm like blooming vines.
"Then we are bound, Cherry ThorneHeart."
I couldn't help but smile—a fierce, determined grin that felt like a declaration to the world itself.