A short story

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This cold air through the cracks of my skin produces a whistle of solitude. I shivered. My body has forgotten the warmth of the summer air.
The tall figure around me broke and fell. They used to live the same way as me; now they are just my friends in the silence. Their fragile stem is just an empty chaff, a gray sketch of that forest had once stood here.
A spirit flew among the trees right in front of me, pale oscillated by the night air. A knot tighten on my skin. Normally, I'll just finish him off, but now I'm a little calm, trying not to draw the attention of other dark creatures. I'm tired of continuing to refuse, that I'm really going to fight against those who disturb my island.
His eyes are empty. Nothing is alive and susceptible to bitterness on the island's death side, nothing to hunt or eat. The spirit disappears from behind a tree, leaving me with my mind.
I looked across the dark woods and my chin trembled. My gaze caught something, a flame in the middle of endless gray. Located on a black mound, the smallest flower came to the surface, its lids so bright that it burned my eyes.
IndonesiaThis is the night the flower blooms. In the past, the flowers had adorned the Blessed Isles like rugs, blooming during the day in the summer. The next morning the flower withered, leaving the petals black, will not be there again until next summer comes. But for one night, they had cast this forest in bright light, as bright as a fire that burned the ground.
I looked around, and for a moment, hoping that there might be other flowers. But there's only a gray scene.
My sides creak as I take a shaky step forward. I approached the flower, stunned, throwing my body drooping over the ground. A colossal frame on top of a smooth shape. I knelt down until my face was a few inches above the sweet-scented petals. The holy water inside me stirred, awakening something. Life.
This flower neck cocked as if curious. The vermilion vein in it spreads in every petal and the pale green trunk is coated with hundreds of silver, soft velvet hairs. I can spend my time to bask in the warmth.
At any moment, the flower grows in a subtle way; the stem pushes higher while the petals slowly bloom. I was fascinated with every move, at every moment. I watched how he bloomed to spread to show the filaments that stretched from within, this heady aroma flooding my mind with its color. For a moment I forgot about this cold, hollow wind, as well as my own fate.
A pale light blinked and I gasped. A ray came closer. My skin is amused. There is nothing in this forest to be friends.
This accursed spirit of darkness returns, they are provoked by something. Life is not yet completely destroyed.
I tried to hold my temper, trying to stay calm. I welcome him.
For one night, this life will continue to exist on this island without anyone disturbing.
One spirit slid towards us. Formerly he was a human, female, but now transparent directly through the skin. Her pale expression grew greedy when she felt this blood-red flower.
They are all slowly competing towards the flower and trying to seize his life. Before the flower dies, I turn my body and hit his leg. He shouted, as if burned, and I shouted. The holy water within me is a kind of catalyst for beings like them.
He dodged and left my hand. I waved my roots and hit them to the ground, making the ground around shattered and producing a wave of cracks, the spirit moaning in pain. I laughed a little. As he moved, I hit him back and he disappeared.
IndonesiaDense fog rose from the ground, accompanied by a foul odor. As the wind blows, dozens of spirits line around me. The blooming flower and myself are now surrounded by a wall of darkness. I will not let them destroy the only sacred objects in this darkness.
I threw all my anger in a single blow, making them bounce and retreat with anger. I can not destroy them one by one, but I can spend their time. A spirit tries to pass me. I forced my roots to pierce them right in the heart, and wipe them into the smoke solution.
My power is drained away by the many spirits around me, but I will never give up.
This flower grows in bloom under the moonlight, of course I fight to maintain the figure of life. A red petal fell like a drop of blood. The life of this flower is almost over, bringing death with it, and with it, toughness. But I do not want that to happen. I feel I can clear the whole island with my anger.
This accursed fog rose and rose above the trees in the form of thick smoke. The spirits of darkness did not stop coming from there, their mouths radiating endless hunger. I stood up and stamped all the power I had towards them, smashing them one by one. Still, there are still many who come.
I howl when I make a wind wave, and enlarge it to expand into a windstorm. I had fun in this mess as a whirl of spikes in the frenzy near me as well as the flower. The blast managed to drive the spirit away from the big tree there. And this nightmare, I have carved a sanctuary where life will still have hope to grow.
I turned toward the flower. We all did not say anything, but the storm was still crazy. The second petal had fallen, followed by the others. Seeing it, my strength slowly weakens, but I do not waver and this wind is still under my control. As time went by, the flower finally fell to the ground. Perfect as natural decay process. I could not see much longer as the crown of the flower also withered.
The flower died.
I lowered my roots and the wind storms. Above me, the sky was gray, as bright as the color that had ever happened in this dark place. The mist of darkness came home, followed by another spirit. Their faces are empty, no longer smell the life of the flowers, no longer eyeing life for them to get.
They went back into the darkness. I still had time to kill them as they passed me, until finally disappear too. They are heading to somewhere.
Although nothing has changed here, the island is not as ghastly as yesterday. The holy water within me remained, and life in this soil began to flourish slowly.
Though the flower had rotted into the ashes, the flames had roared inside me, sparking outrage. Just like when this island was born of burnt stone, I will again clean it with fire inside me.
I follow the trail of spirit as they disappear from the shadows of the trees.
They will pay for what they do.