Once upon a time, there was a man everybody called Crooked Larry. He lived in a cave that looked like a castle on the outside but on the inside it was a cave. He loved flowers so inside of his cave he had it surrounded with all different kinds of flowers in there. He was old and all his life all he wanted was to live away from people and be around different flowers. He had every type of flower inside his cave and he had them shaped to where all the flowers looked like a cane. He loved his cave and the way that if you looked at it from the outside you would think it was a castle to you actually come inside and see it was a cave. He was very creative that's why he had his cave look like a castle but actually inside it was a cave with flowers that were in different shapes he had his special flowers designed into a cane and that was his most important flowers and some of them he had since he was a little kid and kept getting flowers all his life sometimes he’ll grow his flowers or whenever he decides to leave his cave he would go buy them from the store and bring them back inside of his cave and he loved his cave that what was most important to him his cave and flowers.

Gerald had gone out, and got some seeds for more plants, and got more flowers to plant. He arrived back to the castle, and he had then planted said seeds, and flowers in the garden, replacing the old ones. The castle looks brand new with its new plantation. Gerald went back into the castle to continue his daily routine. He cleaned up every table, chair, dresser, shelf, window, and lit up every candle in the castle for light. As it had slowly turned to night, Gerald had gone up to his room, lay down in his bed, and slowly drifted off to sleep, and prepared for the next day. The next morning, Gerald had woken up, and went out and got some breakfast to help prepare him for his daily routine of taking care of the castle, watering the flowers and plants, and cleaning up after himself, as well as cleaning up the castle.

Her young beautiful eyes met his courageous and bold spirit watching as he fought. With every swipe of his sword a monster fell. “You shall not over take my kingdom!” as he stabs the barroling beast in its heart. Unsheathing his sword from the monsters corps he catches the womans gaze upon him. Though he is mighty warrior he his struck in a feeling. A feeling he never felt before. He quickly looks away, acting like he never saw her. He rallies his men and commands them to gather the bloody battered bodies of the monsters and burn them. He then jumps on his horse and rides away. 

Later that night as he’s alone next to the campfire praying he hears a subtle crack of a twig. He apologizes to God but keeps acting like his guard is down. He plans how to deal with the intruder. Scenarios running through his brain he hears it getting closer. Suddenly he unsheathes his sword and grabs the thing by it's neck pinning it to a tree with his sword close to it's gut. He realizes it's the woman he saw earlier. Not knowing if this is a trick or not he ask her, “What are you doing here, who are you, and how did you find me?” She replies scared for her life, “please do not kill me, I mean no harm!” He then lets her go and apologizes. He invites her to sit down with him but as she does an arrow is shot hitting the man in the soft side of his head hitting his brain, falling he lands next to a white rose now red from his blood. The woman grabs the mans sword shakingly and stands guard. Next a monster pounces on her back taking the sword from her and stabbing her through the neck. She falls over but the sword holds her body partially up like a cane. 

Although Samuel had a secret, he wasn’t really interested in girls, he had a complicated crush on the town's baker, Asa. The complication about this crush of his is that Asa isn’t exactly a girl…, and it was prohibited and uncommon for these feelings to grow, especially on the king's son. Samuel would sneak everynight to see Asa, but tonight something went terribly wrong. “Hush now! Mother and Father will hear me Theodore!” whispered Samuel to his loyal dog, as he climbed down his window. Theodore frowned and whined as Samuel left. Samuel ran as fast and as quietly as he could in the dark of night into the town. Once he got there he was finally able to catch his breath and walk at a normal pace. 

“Good night dear prince” said the guards, greeting him as he walked into town. “Hello,” said Samuel. Samuel headed to the bakery and there was Asa waiting. “Well hello prince,” said Asa, and Samuel giggled as he said “You know you don’t have to call me that!” “I know I know haha, I’m just being foolish” said Asa. “Well stop it with your foolishness, but on another note…, today you look gorgeous just  like the beautiful Magnolia flowers on the pond..” said Samuel gently smiling, looking at Asa with a heartwarming look. Asa rolled his eyes and said “I guess I’m not the foolish one after all” “Oh be quiet” said Samuel, and held Asa’s hand. Crash!! Asa and Samuel turned around and looked through the window and saw someone running away. Samuel hurried outside and all there was left was a candle smoking from the fire being lit off, and shards of glass from the lantern the person was holding. “Oh no…’ said Samuel, as Asa also hurried outside. “Someone saw us.”

He was in awe of the architecture, looking at every detail very closely so as not to miss anything his niece would like. That’s when he saw an old man hunched over with his cane on the ground. It looked like he was struggling so Jones quickly walked over to ask him if he was okay or at least make sure he wasn’t drunk. As he got closer he realized he was neither drunk nor hurt. 

Instead he was tending to a flower. Still concerned he asked “Sir are alright?”. “I’m just fine boy, just taking care of this red spider lily,” the man replied. “Oh I've heard of those they’re used in some funerals to represent death right? Why do you have one?” the old man turns his eyes shaking. “I just love how beautiful they are. I’m sorry boy I didn’t properly introduce myself. I am Henry, what’d you say your name is?” “Oh so sorry Henry, I’m Jones.” 

“You know a lot about the Red spider lily Jones, can you check on mine and make sure she’s doing alright?” “I mean I don’t know much about how to take care of them but sure.” As Jones walks by Henry and bends down to look at the flower he sees a finger nail sticking out of the dirt. Alarmed but not sure what to do he turns his head to look at Henry. He sees Henry’s cane coming towards him at the speed of a mlb baseball hitter and feels his head whip to the side. When he wakes up he’s on the floor in front of a shelf filled with red spider lilies. 

Gloomy as I am, I like to put my energy through my plants. At least they will receive  more sunlight than I ever had in my lifetime. The flower that sits on the edge of my window sill, given to me by my dear knight. White as the moon and as loving as my mother.  I plan to run away with him once my father passes, then I could truly live. My Father, oh dear Father, although you may be old, mean and cranky, sometimes threatening to hit people with your cane. The cane that you limp with and fall without. Unfortunately, I would always have unconditional love for you, but I would never like you. 

Then the day came. The horns played, the knights marched and my father laid in a calamander casket. It’s said that he passed away while drinking too much wine. The womans he laid with that night claimed that he got stiff, collapsed on the ground like a slab of stone. Foamed at the mouth and his face was as red as a ruby. Bless my father’s soul, for when I grieve, I would smile. While I saw his body getting lowered into the ground, I saw my hopes and freedom rise. For once I can say, I am free. 

Molly may feed him sardines and gross veggie-herb juice for an afternoon, but he's done being a so-called “Sweet garden cat.” Sneaking into the side window on a blissful night grabbing the cane of Mollys’ grandfather, Rufus dives into the treasury of the Phoenix militia bunker for his training to find his true inner furrrrrry.

  The storm raged, a canvas of fire and lightning. Each bright flash contained a single, unblinking, eye carved into the ancient oak. Locals whispered it was the forest’s guardian, irritated by trespassers. Tonight, its wrath was released. A bolt of lightning struck the tree, setting a fire that consumed the entire woods almost in an instant. The eye started to glow brighter, reflecting the flames. A lone figure went through the chaos, drawn to the heat, the eyes gaze piercing his soul.After that there was no trace of him and he was never to be heard of again. He was consumed by the flames of the fire.