Anica Marković

Some say that she was born in a hole in the ground in a land they call the Shire, and that she was Gandalf’s first choice to carry the ring to Mordor.

 

All we know is, she loves strawberries.

In a Land of Blooming Flowers

         ONCE UPON A SEASON, in a land of blooming flowers, there was a lonely being with thorns and petals closed.

       Ulunda lived in a land called Laide, a place wide and long, immeasurable by her small roots. Three of the borders were beyond her reach and she had only ever seen one. In the east, where the Suns would rise each morning, for in Laide the Suns were shining every day, she knew a wide sea. She dreamt of the worlds across, of the West and the North and the South. She did not belong. Misunderstood, hurt, neglected, she lived, loved only once and very briefly, when she was too young to be different.

           Laide was a land of simple pleasures and delight, led by the High Council which consisted of the most beautiful flowers in the country. Every week they would gather under the great Nomo tree, drinking mead and resolving the important state issues. Drinking was necessary. The spirits brought their spirits up.

        The flowers lived in harmony with all the other beings in Laide. The fairies occupied the underground, feeding through the tree roots, for the light was harmful to their beautiful sensitive eyes. All crawlers worked for the flowers, who were considered of higher status. They were happy though, they were fulfilling their purpose and were being fed and groomed in return. The most valuable creatures for the flowers were the nui. Hairy, fat and furry, they spent their days buzzing through the air above the flowers’ heads. Their spindly wings barely kept their bodies in the air, but they somehow managed to make it seem easy. For some reason the nui spent three months of every year grounded, sleeping in small holes dug by fairies, resting. Then, on the 24th day of the third month of every year the nui would rise from their slumber and take flight - a magnificent sight to behold.

         Ulunda started out as dust within a seed, amorphous. Even then, expectations were high, to be the smartest, most beautiful and brightest. When she sprouted from the ground short, light green, with gentle leaves, shut, she was ordinary. In Laide, where grown flowers live in bloom every month of every year, the buds are born closed, waiting for their light to define their lives. Those born orange were optimistic and cheerful, easy to manipulate and heavy sleepers at night. The green ones were grounded, down to earth and modest. Red lived as passionate lovers, binge drinkers and troublemakers. Blues were elegant, poised and smart, but somehow came across as stuck-up. The most special of them all were the pink flowers. Read more...

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