The Florist: This Tree Requires Scary Offerings!

Ghada Fantasy

What would happen if the sun stopped shining?

Sidra set a goal for himself to live for his siblings’ sake after losing his older brother and parents, but fate had something else in store for him. The night reigned for nine months and nine days after six months of increased crime rates, and Sidra could only find refuge in the florist shop left by his parents. Before he knew it, the world came to an end.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the world ended?” He whispered to his notebook as he stroked the pages, his gaze softening as tears rolled down his face. “But then, I won’t be able to see you. I won’t be able to apologize, and I might forget before I can prove you wrong... or right.”
“Are you okay?”
He titled his head back to gaze at green-blue eyes looking at him.
“So you can see me.”
“Shouldn’t I?”
“Tell me... Yes or no?”
“Yes or no?”
“Which one should I choose?”
“Choose yes.”
Dark blue hair locks danced with the wind. “Then, if the world was to end, will you help me?”
“The world? End? That’s... a bit far-fetched.”
“Madness is only logic that we are yet to comprehend. The true fear isn’t the end of the world; it’s that which is born of its ashes.”
“Then, if it does end, I’ll help you.”
“It’s a promise then?”

A new world ruled by nine kings emerged from an old carcass long assumed to be gone. However, history will repeat itself, its witnesses being the survivors of the past. Will they avoid an end that their ancestors precipitated? Will they benefit from the second chance?

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